One Sunday morning whilst out and about in the Dales on my EMTB in my Bright Yellow Aldi waterproof Jacket, sporting 2 bright orange Pannier bags, mudguards and flashing lights front and back, I was overtaken by a.. Peleton!! Is that the word? On a Sportive event of some sort, all with numbers on their backs and cracking on like they were late for a wedding.....
There was a whole flock of em .. but, as they overtook me we were at the bottom of a short steep hill and the road was twisty and narrow.. Well, about 5 got past all out of the saddle 2 or 3 abreast wearing that red no pain no gain grimace on their insect like faces, but as we started to climb, their speed began to drop but mine didn't which meant that a quick overtake of this old bloke on a mountain bike ended up with them all stuck on the wrong side of the road puffing and panting , wondering what the hell was going on.. They could just about manage my 14 mph on this hill but a car coming the other way could easily have wiped the lot of them out..
So who gave in? Not me, I am on the left riding as normal, not them either cos they never give in..
On the next downhill they all floated past with a few angry glares and head shakes, so I tried to follow in the slipstream thinking I would pass them good and proper on the next rise, but they were clocking over 30 so it just wasn't possible.
I would like to have heard the conversations regarding their encounter with a geriatric superman in a yellow Jersey , and scoured the cycling websites for any note of my exploits, but sadly no-one felt I was newsworthy enough to mention.. Or, perhaps they were too embarrassed and colluded to keep it quiet..