To the rider locked into the ‘rad’ zone riding your gnarled up skill compensator Turner who passed me and a client on the dog yesterday.
i salute you sir.
we were both so impressed by how you sweet tyres ripped through the dust and the way your rippling biceps caught the light of the afternoon sun, how we gasped as your ripped abdominal muscles struggled to cope with the mid life girth that was trying to catch you up.
i held my student back to let him take in the full majesty of a true mountain bike cyclist in full on radnessity. i also made sure that, as my young learner was wiping the damp sockets of his eyes from your exquisite dust, i took the time to explain that if he paid attention during class he ,and the other 4 beginners that i was taking care of that day, one day might be worthy of one day clipping in your left foot.
as the blurred image of you whooshed regally around both of us, my young disciple inquired as to the safety of being passed so quickly and so thoughtlessly on such a narrow trail especially when the end of said trail was only 10 english meters away. how did i answer?
“one day young man, and only after you have listened, learnt and eaten enough cake and bought enough kit can you aim for the heady heights of being such a ****” amen