Panter
Just call me Chris...
- Location
- Sittingbourne, Kent
at first.
Surfaced early and had a scenic ride in to work through the countryside.
The final stretch involves 6 miles along a twisty turny B road.
As I turned onto the road I saw ahead through the early morning mists an old codger as above hunched over his treader.
And could I catch him? Not on yer nelly!
Well, at first I couldn't Admittedly, I was loaded up with two full panniers as per here:-
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Thought to myself:- 'yesterday the print was too small and blurry for me to read in the Telegraph and now my legs won't go round. Must be getting old.'
Then I put my head down, upped the cadence and started to reel him in....but slowly. Even on the hills the OC just seemed to drift up them with nary change to his rhythm, but huffing and puffing I gradually drew closer.
Then all was clear: I heard a whining noise.
He had an electric motor.
Should've realised.
Silly me.
Fabulous
