Chapeau, silver haired guy on the old looking Saracen road bike that I encountered on the M5 cycle path this morning.
I spotted your orange jacket in the distance and gave chase, but you held your speed and took the corners more aggressively than I dared in the wind and rain, so the gap remained. I caught you at the Dargan Road lights but you stamped on the pedals and took off again. 18, 19, 20, 21, 22 mph along Duncrue Road, uphill and into the headwind; I was too far in the red to keep up and you got through the lights before me, and before they changed. Last I saw you, you were diving into traffic along Nelson Street. Cheerio then, I could use the break.
Your leathery skin, zero-body-fat looking face, calf muscles filled with steel cables and suspiciously yellow trainer looking rear tyre make me think you spend a lot of time riding bikes, and that I should spend more.
Chapeau!
yup di doodle.. like the old men on ancient road bikes with leeks tied to the back.. I too have given chase in vain. ;)
It’s the old ones you need to watch all right. One day, I hope to be an old one you need to watch.