Out on the Typhoon today and feeling good. I'm going up a very slight slope above the cut out speed. I'm feeling chuffed as I'm at 17mph. The sun is shining, it's hot and there's no wind. My chuffedness was short lived, I heard a slight noise behind me and there he was. A lycra clad racing snake on a bike which weighed about 2kg
Anyway, he passed me quite quickly and was off like a whippet. I could see the slope was tightening up and thought. "I'll catch you soon". Well as the slope became more of a hill the Typhoon slowed to cut in speed but lycra man didn't seem to slow at all. I never caught him and only ever saw him way in the distance. I was defeated.
So I did what any self respecting defeated cyclist would do. I stopped and enjoyed a bottle of Lucozade and ate a packet of crisps.
There's always tomorrow. There's always another packet of crisps.
Anyway, he passed me quite quickly and was off like a whippet. I could see the slope was tightening up and thought. "I'll catch you soon". Well as the slope became more of a hill the Typhoon slowed to cut in speed but lycra man didn't seem to slow at all. I never caught him and only ever saw him way in the distance. I was defeated.
So I did what any self respecting defeated cyclist would do. I stopped and enjoyed a bottle of Lucozade and ate a packet of crisps.
There's always tomorrow. There's always another packet of crisps.
