Banjo
Fuelled with Jelly Babies
- Location
- South Wales
Pushing yourself to pass or not be passed by other commuting cyclists is a pointless exercise. You have no idea how far they have ridden or if their suffering an illness or anything else.
So why do I get such a smug bit of satisfaction when I do it?
PS probably because I rarely pass anyone so feel the need to celebrate the odd one that I do.
So why do I get such a smug bit of satisfaction when I do it?
PS probably because I rarely pass anyone so feel the need to celebrate the odd one that I do.