So there I was enjoying a 50 mile hilly ride in the sunshine on my hybrid, loaded down with full panniers. As I rounded a bend there in front of me was a roadie, about 100 yards ahead. Fully expecting never to see him again as he disappeared into the distance I was surprised when round the next bend and starting to climb a long hill he wasn't that far in front. I decided a challenge was in the offing and before the top of the hill I actually caught him. as I pulled past him I was about to wish him a good morning but he beat me to it. "Have you any allen keys, my crank has come loose" he said. Turned out he was virtually only pedalling with one leg so as not to stress the loose crank. Anyway I lent him the tool and he was soon back firing on both legs, leaving me behind in a cloud of dust.
I will get a roadie one day.
I will get a roadie one day.