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 😀