I rarely see other cyclists on my commute. Apart from one strange day when I feared I had stepped onto the set of League of Gentlemen or something. I was pootling along, perfectly happy, when a farmer type overtook me on a singlespeed. Ok, I thought and peddled on and caught him up. And then another appeared behind me. We got to the top of the hill (ok, bridge over the motorway) and they both stopped to look at the traffic. I overtook them with a cheery wave and then almost fell off my bike as two other cyclists were also on the bridge.
I was the odd one out in my lycra top. They were happily cycling in wax jackets and wellies.
I was the odd one out in my lycra top. They were happily cycling in wax jackets and wellies.
