Were you on a tandem? Was I drafting you at some point? I was wearing a Hawaiian flower thing that was donated by a drunk non-cycling cyclist? Probably created lots of draaaag.
Red panniers, silly banter, matching pink caps. I found it hard to figure out if anyone was behind us as constant presence of stoker confused the draft radar.
Surely hills are just about gearing? With 54/16 on 16" wheels, I discovered my lactic threshold on every climb towards the end (that's riding in Cambridge for you: very flat, not good for building tolerance).
One of the strongest hill climbers I've had the pleasure of meeting was a postie from Norfolk, not exactly famed for its mountains.
Red panniers, silly banter, matching pink caps. I found it hard to figure out if anyone was behind us as constant presence of stoker confused the draft radar.
One of the strongest hill climbers I've had the pleasure of meeting was a postie from Norfolk, not exactly famed for its mountains.