Last year, before I became unwell, I wsa on a training ride in the west pennines. I'd ridden out to the pennines to try & get some fairly decent hills, and had gone over Belmont Hill from the Rivington side, before turning in the village to ride the hill the other way & make my way home. When I stopped in the village I took off my waterproof as it has stopped raining & I thought I'd probably boil on the way back up, and I acknowledged a guy on a Trek who rode past me. I set off and intended to catch up with the bloke as I'd not seen another cyclist really all morning, probably because of the rain, and just wanted to pass the time of day. After a short while he looked over his shoulder, saw me, and then stood out of the saddle, riding away from me. Fine, thought me, stuff you. But he never really got that far, and in a short time the tortoise (me) was catching up again. Close to the top I realised that he'd sat up, probably thought that I was no-where, and just before the top there is a little dip, so putting a bit of effort in I crested the dip and was able to pass him as the road tilted upwards again.
I acknowledged him briefly but just rode on and back over to Rivington. Don't know if he thought I was trying to race him, but he didn't seem to be going that fast in Belmont. Yep,his bike might have been better than my mudguarded & racked
Ribble, but it didn't make much difference later on!!
I acknowledge anyone pretty much, roadie, family riders, MTB'ers, you name it. Even riders of BSO's if they are lugging a 40lb piece of crap up a decent hill!