• … by a fucking sheep.

    I went to experiment on Yorks Hill with gears (the less said about that the better), and three sheep tumbled down a steep bank in front of me about 30 seconds into the climb.

    Two managed to scramble up the opposite side of the road, but one floundered for a bit, before sizing me up and estimating my pace, and then setting off up the steep gradient in front of me.

    The whole situation felt a little ignominous, and to make matters worse, this sheep was fucking toying with me. It kept stopping and looking back at me with disdain, weighing up another attempt at scrambling up a bank to the side, before pushing on up the road, all the way to the top.

    So there you have it. I'm slower than a sheep. My self-esteem is in tatters.

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