I like to race people when I am on my Raleigh Superbe. It weighs so much that if you've got momentum you can go scary fast on it, and then breeze past try-hard roadies whilst whistling or raising your hat in a cheery 'good morning', and they wonder why they are slower than a fat old git on a town bike with a basket.
It is important then to turn off and hide while the inevitable heart attack happens or the illusion is lost.
I like to race people when I am on my Raleigh Superbe. It weighs so much that if you've got momentum you can go scary fast on it, and then breeze past try-hard roadies whilst whistling or raising your hat in a cheery 'good morning', and they wonder why they are slower than a fat old git on a town bike with a basket.
It is important then to turn off and hide while the inevitable heart attack happens or the illusion is lost.