This morning I was riding up a long slight hill, one that has pestered me for a couple of decades, when I saw red blinking on the wrong side of the road a few hundred yards ahead. I THOUGHT it looked like a bicycle blinker, and it was. I saw a guy pushing his bike on the wrong side, then turning and pushing it some more. I thought I better check him out, so after waiting out the red (and of course I was the only person at the light...), I rode over, checked his tires for flatness, and seeing none asked him if he was ok.
He was an older guy, and by older I mean probably 10 or 15 years older than me, which makes him totally grey, which he was.
He was fully kitted out (I had a white long-sleeved tee shirt on, with Lyra shorts.), with a jersey even. He said he was just a little tired, no problems, so I let him go and proceeded on my way.
He was riding a Centurion, believe, which is a fairly old bike. P'raps I was hallucinating. I should have asked him his name. Next time!
Here's tmy baggy Lycra shorts and the shoes (with the missing SPD cover) I was talking about yesterday, for your amusement.
Well, that's enough of THAT!
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