middleagecyclist
Call me MAC
- Location
- Prestwich, Manchester
Took the scenic way back on a woodland path through a very secluded clough last night. Had the place to myself. Very pleasant. One short but very muddy section saw me dismount and climb up the bank to the side to get past. As I came to the top of the bank there were about 10 people in hi viz jackets surrounded by film lights, microphones and at least one tripod mounted film camera. They were all silent so I assume they were filming at the time. I'm not sure who was most surprised. I certainly had no idea they were there and until I suddenly popped into view they wouldn't have heard me. All very unexpected. Mind you a few months ago I came across a chariot with two guys on it being pulled by a team of huskies. Now that was quite surreal.

), then blast past him thinking "pogo on that, you twat!", and keep the speed up for a few hundred yards until we stop at the lights. He says hello, and we chat for 30 seconds or so, before continuing for a few hundred yards until he turns off. Nice chap, middle-aged, probably got a couple of teenage kids. I feel bad for passing him in such a rash, boy-racer manner.