Drago
Legendary Member
- Location
- Suburban Poshshire
Took my first Gold medal in the cycle commuting Olympics today. I had slowed a bit to take on some water, and as I did so I noticed a roadie coming up fast behind. Young lad, couldn't have been 30, flash looking drop bar machine, all the lycra proclaiming his alleigance to some cycling team or other.
I quickly slipped the bottle back in the cage and opened the taps. At one point he was about 10 metres behind and I seriously though he'd get past, but for a mile this was the closest he could get, and after that he started falling back. There are all narrow country lanes, up hill and down dale. As we get to the first roundabout on the edge of town I'm about 100 metres ahead and I watchinh him in my mirror go round it and head back the way we'd come, so I think he'd gone out of his way to try and scalp me.
I may be 43, I may be on an MTB laden with panniers, but I do this sort of thing for a living sonny - you could've picked an easier target
Arrived at work to find I'd knocked a further 1m 14s off my best time. Result.
I quickly slipped the bottle back in the cage and opened the taps. At one point he was about 10 metres behind and I seriously though he'd get past, but for a mile this was the closest he could get, and after that he started falling back. There are all narrow country lanes, up hill and down dale. As we get to the first roundabout on the edge of town I'm about 100 metres ahead and I watchinh him in my mirror go round it and head back the way we'd come, so I think he'd gone out of his way to try and scalp me.
I may be 43, I may be on an MTB laden with panniers, but I do this sort of thing for a living sonny - you could've picked an easier target

Arrived at work to find I'd knocked a further 1m 14s off my best time. Result.