Stopped to chat to an old guy at the top of Garburn pass, who told me all about his life as a climber, and when he remebered first seeing people dragging cruisers up Hellvelyn in the early seventies.
“It’ll never catch on” he though. So we laughed about how much cycling has changed since his time, and then he said, “you might know my grandaughter, she a professional cyclist, Jessica Varnish, you might have heard of her ?”
Yup, I’ve heard of her. He then told me all about when she was a kid, and used to frighten her parents by pulling wheelies down the drive when she was about 4, and then would regularly beat all the other kids in races.
He then said, “well, must be off, it’s my birthday today and I’ve got to get across High St to get the ferry back, must dash or I’ll miss it”
I said, “if you don’t mind me asking how old are you ?”
“70 today, and feel great, well must get on, bye” and then bounced off into the distance.
What a dude, I’ll never forget him