As soon as i get on the bike i become possessed. I have to go at full speed. And god help any body or thing that gets in the way. If anther cyclist goes past me then its
Maybe its the London affect?
London effect? No Way - itÂ´s warp speed or donÂ´t bother for me wherever you are!
I once let my guard down and chilled out for five on the way home and some dude took the opportunity to pass me
My overtaking manouvre raised the bar in terms of brilliant insanity. I would describe it here but I would render myself susceptible to prosecution!! I imagine that he stopped and stared in horror. He may still be there, traumatised!
Another time however, due to lack of calorific intake, I bombed just as I reached the last hill before home. The look on the face of the girl passing me on her 200 quid Halfords special will haunt me Â´til my dying day.......