BrumJim
Forum Stalwart (won't take the hint and leave...)
- Location
- Selly Oak, Birmingham
On the way home this evening no hill was a challenge. Flat sections were downhill. Cars stood still as I flew past. Buses were easy meat - three left in my wake. Speed was no effort at all, the bike was as light as a feather and my legs as strong as an ox, and as swift as a gazelle. I arrived home fresh, but having cut a good chunk off my usual commuting time. Records were broken, but sweat wasn't.
Some may say that the spirit of the invisible cyclist was upon me. Some may say that I was using the possessed cycling shoes of a sprint legend. Some may say that my fitness had jumped to another plane, that I had gained super-strength finally from the hours of hard commuting.
Others may point to a very stiff northerly wind this evening. We shall refer to them by the codename "killjoys".
Some may say that the spirit of the invisible cyclist was upon me. Some may say that I was using the possessed cycling shoes of a sprint legend. Some may say that my fitness had jumped to another plane, that I had gained super-strength finally from the hours of hard commuting.
Others may point to a very stiff northerly wind this evening. We shall refer to them by the codename "killjoys".