MegaSack DRAW - This year's winner is user - rgwb
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Out last night on a flat out hilly 40miler in the peak... just as i was tiring about 3/4 of the way through i notice a shadow behind me.
Chap comes past and offers me a tow. Worked together with him for about 5 miles in the end. Kept up a nice pace with some good wind sharing.
Dunno who you were fella. but big thanks to bearded chap in phonak kit out near bakewell last night.
Maybe the world isnt such a bad place.
Happens very rarely I find, but always appreciated when you're suffering!!
That'll be Ken. He was hit and killed by a drunk driver near Matlock a year or two past. He appears only to lone cyclists in need of a lift, tows them back home and then mysteriously swings off and disappears, leaving only the faint smell of minty arse lard and linament ........
jesus that scared me then. he did look fresh out of the eighties too. canvas saddle bag. old school steel bike. beard etc.
i do hope he wasnt dead...
scared the life out of me seeing the shadow of a head (and rest of man eventually) appear next to you on the road as you are pedalling along downhill in the mid thirties...
Years ago I was out one Sunday evening getting to know the section around Holmbury/Peaslake. For about an hour or so, I kept bumping into this wild looking bearded middle-aged guy in army gear on some kind Halfords-type retro steed. Not a particularly pleasant experience because I didn't know the area in those days and therefore had little or no knowledge of "escape" routes.
I think I'd rather bump into Ken than Commando-Man again.
Sounds like a much more helpful version of the old man of Froggatt Bridge - an old guy who seems to lurk around the bridge at Calver waiting for unsuspecting cyclists to latch onto and mutter about how young whipper snappers with fancy bikes like that should be floating up this hill, only to disappear into the mist where the road bends round the end of Froggatt Edge (probably to go back down to the bridge for a touch more lurking).
Ive seen your guy (At least someone in a Phonak Jersey around the back roads between Youlgreave & Taddington
Ha ha ha. well frankly i was out of gears and waning on the way down, but held my own once the road kicked up to take a long turn on the front. so he didn't kick my ass as such...
i turned left to cut the corner before bakewell and he continued straight on. i cant be sure if he disappeared exactly as i was facing the wrong way... might have though.
he had exceptional wind breaking qualities for a ghost though...
exceptional wind breaking qualities for a ghost though
LOL