Bigger ride today as no trains to get home on. 30 miler, over the downs. You know the score by now. Last stretch home, tiring. Cold northerly headwind. See an old guy in cord trousers, sandles and a down jacket (!) with bicycle trouser clips, flat pedals and an S Works Tarmac (!!) I ride by saying hello, and he mumbles some stuff and I just make out... "Can I race you?". Then rockets off all wobbly and never looks back. I pass him about 1/2 mile up the road sitting outside a pub in the garden grinning.
Bizarre baiku. Didn't stop it being the best ride of my life though.

Bizarre baiku. Didn't stop it being the best ride of my life though.
