Globalti
Legendary Member
Some years ago on a warm sunny day Mrs Gti and I stopped on a canal bridge to take a break and enjoy the view of the supermarket trolleys and plastic bags. Along the road came an elderly couple on steel road bikes with saddle bags, wearing immaculate cycling kit; leather shoes, knee-length britches, tweed jackets and the gentleman a shirt and tie. Mrs Gti was swigging from her bottle and as they passed the elderly lady warbled: "I don't know why you're drinking all that... you'll only have to stop and get rid of it!"
Cyclists of that era still exist; you can meet them at the Clarion House just outside Nelson on a Sunday, enjoying their 50 pence pint of tea.
Cyclists of that era still exist; you can meet them at the Clarion House just outside Nelson on a Sunday, enjoying their 50 pence pint of tea.