I almost got taken out not by cars but by other who treated the DD as a race in the first 40 miles.
The worse thing happened to me was nearing Braintree, a 'roadie' (I use this word extremely lightly) decided to overtake and draft me ridiculously close while going downhill.
What he didn't realised is that his panniers (hence lightly) stick out a bit and somehow loop itself onto the drop part of my handlebar.
Cue me trying to keep the bike steady as he struggle to find the brake levers for the next 40 metres of being hooked on me before the panniers dislodged itself from the tiny rack and fling across the road behind me.
Fucker deserve it.
Beside the occasional idiot who treated the damn thing as a race, it was a lovely if surreal ride.
I almost got taken out not by cars but by other who treated the DD as a race in the first 40 miles.
The worse thing happened to me was nearing Braintree, a 'roadie' (I use this word extremely lightly) decided to overtake and draft me ridiculously close while going downhill.
What he didn't realised is that his panniers (hence lightly) stick out a bit and somehow loop itself onto the drop part of my handlebar.
Cue me trying to keep the bike steady as he struggle to find the brake levers for the next 40 metres of being hooked on me before the panniers dislodged itself from the tiny rack and fling across the road behind me.
Fucker deserve it.
Beside the occasional idiot who treated the damn thing as a race, it was a lovely if surreal ride.