Pooh pants.
I thought I had the moral high ground with a chap today, but he did 7 miles more, albeit with only half the climbing.
He nipped across a junction I was approaching, so I ended up following a couple of hundred yards behind.
The thing was at the moment there was any kind of incline, no matter how small, he was up out of the saddle violently swinging every from side to side. But with very little forward momentum.
All the while looking over his shoulder for me.
We were approaching Bury Hill, I'm shoveling everything I have left down my throat, and he disappears.
Taking the cowards way out (I should know I've done it enough times ), looping round to go up the easier climb.
Anyhoo after grinding my way up Bury he's right there in front of me again, ready for the descent.
I took him at warp factor going down the hill, desperate to meet him at the junction on the bottom, so I could mention his route.
I'm very sure he wasn't expecting to see me again, let alone speeding past him.
I thought I had the moral high ground with a chap today, but he did 7 miles more, albeit with only half the climbing.
He nipped across a junction I was approaching, so I ended up following a couple of hundred yards behind.
The thing was at the moment there was any kind of incline, no matter how small, he was up out of the saddle violently swinging every from side to side. But with very little forward momentum.
All the while looking over his shoulder for me.
We were approaching Bury Hill, I'm shoveling everything I have left down my throat, and he disappears.
Taking the cowards way out (I should know I've done it enough times ), looping round to go up the easier climb.
Anyhoo after grinding my way up Bury he's right there in front of me again, ready for the descent.
I took him at warp factor going down the hill, desperate to meet him at the junction on the bottom, so I could mention his route.
I'm very sure he wasn't expecting to see me again, let alone speeding past him.