Saw three roadies today when whizzing between the woods - two smilers, and one super-sour. The juxta of the Super-sour encounter was as I passed him I bunnied a pothole for lulz - 20m further on was an old timer with no teeth carrying a bucket of muck and as I drew close he stopped, pushed his upturned hand into the air (suggesting I hop again) and shouted yay! So I hopped again and yayd him back. Happy days, sunshine and mostly smiles - some without teeth. And a pint of Purity Mad Goose in the Rose and Crown before the descent home.