After seven and a half years of trying to take myself relatively seriously as a cyclist, I thought it might be time to own up to the following things that have overtaken me at one time or another.
In no particular order, here are my top 3:
(1) A shed. (There must have been a tractor in there somewhere, but all you could see was rotting timber and felt roof). Tried to fight it off for a mile or two, but it burned me off on a country lane just after the brow of a hill.
(2) A house. (A great big mobile home being delivered along the A38). Blew me away, almost literally.
(3) A jogger. Not my finest hour, winching myself grimly up Frocester Hill when a jogger sauntered past with a cheery greeting. (B*stard!).
Can anyone top those? Come on Cyclechatters, it's confession time.