…the competitive MAMILs that is. Cruising back into town yesterday, just resting on the tops, can’t have been doing any more than 20mph….I spot a couple of cyclists up ahead.
Judging by the fact they were wearing water proof jackets, sitting bolt upright, and and one of them was pedalling with his knees sticking out, I expected I’d catch them and have to do an awkward pass, with them ending up sat on my wheel.
But instead, I ended up with a race on my hands. After passing them and saying hello, the one at the front then started to try and over take on the inside 🙄
There was a short drag uphill, so I dropped the hammer and left them in my wake. Then went home and spewed up.
’tis funny though; you never get this problem on the grotty winter days when you only ever see proper roadies out.