I live on a major road (Leeds to Skipton) in the Aire Valley, it's a long 1 mile slog to my house, either way, it's at a hill apex. Sundays will usually find me on my hybrid, with baggy shorts but a vintage jersey, maybe my
Batik Del Monte or, if I am feeling jaunty, the
Z team. I'll have one pannier bulging too, shopping, beer, whatever.
I follow club riders, I am used to the hill and know exactly when and where I can or cannot pick up speed easily, then I pick my moment and blitz them. If I time it just right I can immediately turn into my drive before they can react (& before I run out of puff), leaving them well p.i.s.s.e.d off. It makes my day and I never bore of it. I am 51.
