This morning I was cycling up a hill (of a modestly steep gradient) that runs through Ashton Hill Plantation (North Somerset) when I caught up with an older chap on his MTB, who had stopped momentarily to have a swig from his water bottle.
A few minutes later he cycled up level with me.
Him - “I’m sixty eight years old you know”
Me (39 years) - “You’re looking very good for it, sir”
He then drops it a fews cogs and begins to power off.
Him (shouting back) - “I cycled for the GB team in the 1968 Tour de France”
Me (panting and puffing) - “That makes me feel a little better”
Him (disappearing from view around a bend) - “That’s why I said it!”
Good on you mate