There used to be a guy around where we lived who drove to the club ride, but said he rode in. He parked in a supermarket on the outskirts of town (or a housing estate, or at the station - he mixed it up so that you wouldn't catch him in the act). When you looked you could see the pauses on the ride when he was unloading the bike.
Anyway, he used to pick up KOMs left right and centre on his way to/from the ride, but pootle around the ride itself at about 26kmh complaining about the speed.
He got busted when, during the winter, someone realised that his Strava showed the ambient temperature being about 24deg on the fast parts of his rides, but 6deg on the slow bits. The most remarkable thing was when you realised he'd done the Festive 500 in his van at around 20mph. He was a family man but his loved ones must have had a lonely Christmas whilst he was out crawling the back lanes in his van for 9hrs day after day.
There used to be a guy around where we lived who drove to the club ride, but said he rode in. He parked in a supermarket on the outskirts of town (or a housing estate, or at the station - he mixed it up so that you wouldn't catch him in the act). When you looked you could see the pauses on the ride when he was unloading the bike.
Anyway, he used to pick up KOMs left right and centre on his way to/from the ride, but pootle around the ride itself at about 26kmh complaining about the speed.
He got busted when, during the winter, someone realised that his Strava showed the ambient temperature being about 24deg on the fast parts of his rides, but 6deg on the slow bits. The most remarkable thing was when you realised he'd done the Festive 500 in his van at around 20mph. He was a family man but his loved ones must have had a lonely Christmas whilst he was out crawling the back lanes in his van for 9hrs day after day.
Or maybe they were the lucky ones...