Old blokes rule!

[Freds Dad]

When I got back on a bike last August after a 30 year break I went out for my first ride. I had planned a small 7 mile flat loop which I thought I would be okay with. The last mile was on a slight slope and I wasn't as fit as I thought I was but carried on pushing up the "hill" it was only when I was puffing away was I passed by an old bloke on a delivery type bike with basket. He was wearing a nice blazer, crevat and brown slip on shoes and no matter how hard I tried he just disappeared into the distance.
I've now learnt to let people who pass you get away.

 

[Hyslop]

....now can someone remind me what this thread was about? Oh, and why did I come upstairs?

-You live in a bungalow, remember? Youre in someone elses house! Nurse,Nurse !

 

[swee'pea99]

Thread brings to mind a Vernon, I believe, from the jokes thread:

Bob is 90 years old. He's played golf every day at his club since his retirement 25 years ago. One day he arrives home looking downcast.
"That's it," he tells his wife. "I'm giving up golf. My eyesight has got so bad. Once I've hit the ball, I can't see where it went."
His wife sympathizes. As they sit down, she has a suggestion: "Why don't you take my brother with you, and give it one more try."
"That's no good," sighs Bob. "Your brother is a hundred and three. He can't help."
"He may be a hundred and three," says the wife, "but his eyesight is perfect."
So the next day, Bob heads off to the golf course with his brother-in-law.
He tees up, takes an almighty swing, and squints down the fairway.
He turns to the brother-in-law. "Did you see the ball?"
"Of course I did!", says the brother-in-law. "I have perfect eyesight"
"Where did it go?" asks Bob.
"Can't remember."

 

[Oldbloke]

I'm now downstairs but I can't think why. Is that nice Angela Ripon reading the news?

Not this week, it's Reggie Bosanquet's turn.

 

[Fnaar]

I've overtaken time-triallists while on my mtb, and likewise been passed going uphill on a sportive (me on my roadie) by a 'portly' young woman (her on an mtb).
Swings and roundabouts, c'est la vie

 

[Crackle]

What's that saying, sometimes you're the something or other and sometime you're the wotsit: Something like that.

I watched three blokes coming up a hill towards me the other day. Two of them absolutely caning it but they were all over the shop and something about their bikes looked wrong but they were wobbling about too much for me to see. The third bloke, going somewhat slower, was a bit more obvious, as his knees were sticking out. Don't think I've ever seen a saddle so low. What was impressive was how quick they were going considering they all looked like they'd only learned to ride that morning. I'm pretty sure I've never done that hill that fast, I would've hated to be overtaken by them

 

[ayceejay]

What's that saying, sometimes you're the something or other and sometime you're the wotsit: Something like that.

I watched three blokes coming up a hill towards me the other day. Two of them absolutely caning it but they were all over the shop and something about their bikes looked wrong but they were wobbling about too much for me to see. The third bloke, going somewhat slower, was a bit more obvious, as his knees were sticking out. Don't think I've ever seen a saddle so low. What was impressive was how quick they were going considering they all looked like they'd only learned to ride that morning. I'm pretty sure I've never done that hill that fast, I would've hated to be overtaken by them

The three blokes just stole those bikes for fun and "The last one up the hill buys the beer".

 

[Crackle]

The three blokes just stole those bikes for fun and "The last one up the hill buys the beer".

They stole all the kit too then. Probably 3 innocent cyclists tied up butt naked in the bogs of the coffee shop down the bottom.

 

[ayceejay]

not naked Crackle but dressed like this

 

[snorri]

passed by an old bloke on a delivery type bike with basket. He was wearing a nice blazer, crevat and brown slip on shoes .

Good to hear of a cyclist striving to maintain sartorial standards.