This evening I rode home via South Norwood Hill and Gipsy Hill (not my normal route). At the top of South Norwood Hill, I navigated the turn onto Church Road and realised there was a big car behind me, edging cautiously behind me and I thought "Oh, I'm in his way, he's going to be a problem." Once on Church Road, he drew up beside me and kept pace. I looked to my right and there's this biiiiig guy in the driving seat, huge muscles, leaning over and staring at me. Shiiit.
"Is that a proper Gazelle?"
"... Aye."
"From the 70s?"
"1981"
"Brilliant! I used to ride those!"
And he drives off, right hand stuck out the window doing a thumbs up.
This evening I rode home via South Norwood Hill and Gipsy Hill (not my normal route). At the top of South Norwood Hill, I navigated the turn onto Church Road and realised there was a big car behind me, edging cautiously behind me and I thought "Oh, I'm in his way, he's going to be a problem." Once on Church Road, he drew up beside me and kept pace. I looked to my right and there's this biiiiig guy in the driving seat, huge muscles, leaning over and staring at me. Shiiit.
"Is that a proper Gazelle?"
"... Aye."
"From the 70s?"
"1981"
"Brilliant! I used to ride those!"
And he drives off, right hand stuck out the window doing a thumbs up.
Which was nice.