Panter
Just call me Chris...
- Location
- Sittingbourne, Kent
Completely and utterly 
I first spotted him, up in front, on the long, very slight uphill just outside Sittingbourne.
I didn't bother trying to catch him, there were 3 sharp hills coming up which always cripple me but as it happened, I was gaining on him anyway.
As I approached, I saw it was a kid of maybe 17 or 18 in Jeans & T shirt on an old MTB with a methodical squeak.
I smugly blatted past with a nod and a smile and thought no more of it.
Then, about a mile on, the road kicks upwards. Gently at first before getting progressively steeper.
Deep in thought I'm wheezing away in a crazy low gear when I'm suddenly aware of a cheery babbling sound alongside.
Squinting through the sweat, it's him! the young kid cheerfully chatting away about his 17 mile run to work and then a long, hard day before he has to ride home again!
I managed to gasp the odd word in reply before he took off at a fair rate of knots up the hill and dissapeared.
I was scalped, good and proper


I first spotted him, up in front, on the long, very slight uphill just outside Sittingbourne.
I didn't bother trying to catch him, there were 3 sharp hills coming up which always cripple me but as it happened, I was gaining on him anyway.
As I approached, I saw it was a kid of maybe 17 or 18 in Jeans & T shirt on an old MTB with a methodical squeak.
I smugly blatted past with a nod and a smile and thought no more of it.
Then, about a mile on, the road kicks upwards. Gently at first before getting progressively steeper.
Deep in thought I'm wheezing away in a crazy low gear when I'm suddenly aware of a cheery babbling sound alongside.
Squinting through the sweat, it's him! the young kid cheerfully chatting away about his 17 mile run to work and then a long, hard day before he has to ride home again!
I managed to gasp the odd word in reply before he took off at a fair rate of knots up the hill and dissapeared.
I was scalped, good and proper


