I eventually overtook my cycling nemesis yesterday. I've been waiting weeks for the moment, made even sweeter because it was one of those hi-tec trikes. I'm afraid I let out a little 'whoop' and said something audibly derogatory aboout my victim as I surged by.
I shouldn't boast, as she may have been held back by the unusual driveline - direct-drive to the single front wheel.
Alternatively, it might be because her mother was walking alongside her, pushing a buggy for her younger brother.
Still, a scalp is a scalp and I'm enjoying the moment. Frankly, I thought her tears slightly over the top. I was only pointing out that I was faster.
Which I was.
