I have always wondered why when I catch up and overtake a cyclist dressed head to toe in lycra they always spend the next 5 minute panting on my tail before overtaking me (usually through a red light). This morning I had the answer. This particular cyclist stormed through a pedestrian crossing after both myself (inside lane) and another car (outside lane) had stopped. The only problem was the pedestrians trying to cross the road on a green man who were genuinely shocked and took a step back. Luckily they were looking before they crossed but they then spent 15 seconds trying to work out if our lights were red or green and never actually crossed the road!
So at one junction I started a casual conversation about red lights and if he had noticed the pedestrians trying to cross. He said he hadn't seen anybody and wanted to know about my electric bike. "To be honest mate I was trying to get ahead of you and I am really enjoyong the work out" were his precise words. I am mystified by the idea of racing somebody like me - what on earth is the motivation. The only time I ever consider myself racing is a quick burst of speed when trying to get a better position in the traffic. I am not sure what the pleasure is of pitting myself against another cyclist in London's traffic, powered or not.
In the end I think we parted friends as I eased back, let him overtake and he waved goodbye at the next junction. I suppose I should be grateful they are racing on bikes not cars!
So at one junction I started a casual conversation about red lights and if he had noticed the pedestrians trying to cross. He said he hadn't seen anybody and wanted to know about my electric bike. "To be honest mate I was trying to get ahead of you and I am really enjoyong the work out" were his precise words. I am mystified by the idea of racing somebody like me - what on earth is the motivation. The only time I ever consider myself racing is a quick burst of speed when trying to get a better position in the traffic. I am not sure what the pleasure is of pitting myself against another cyclist in London's traffic, powered or not.
In the end I think we parted friends as I eased back, let him overtake and he waved goodbye at the next junction. I suppose I should be grateful they are racing on bikes not cars!