It didn't strike me until my ride earlier was over, but in all the time I've been condemned to regurgitate the same routes out here in the wilderness only once can I recall following another, as it happens, suitably lone rider. Never have I been overtaken, but I say that to provide stark contrast, not brag about prowess, as all the rest have been heading in the opposite direction.
This is a peculiar quirk that does nothing for my sense of alienation. I've got used to cheery Colnago man announcing himself when we quite often pass within the same 100 metre stretch of tarmac. Never do I see him on another road, or on a further afield part of the one where we meet - always he's southbound while I'm the opposite. I wonder whether he's noticed how we coincide so accurately.
But the volume of riders heading from where I've just been is quite the metaphor. Next time I'll warn them to do an immediate about turn, as there's nothing memorable behind me. Or maybe they've already escaped the trauma up the road to which I'm continually returning to, and they're en-route to salvation. If I was less a creature of habit I might consider riding one of these life-sapping circuits the 'wrong' way.
It didn't strike me until my ride earlier was over, but in all the time I've been condemned to regurgitate the same routes out here in the wilderness only once can I recall following another, as it happens, suitably lone rider. Never have I been overtaken, but I say that to provide stark contrast, not brag about prowess, as all the rest have been heading in the opposite direction.
This is a peculiar quirk that does nothing for my sense of alienation. I've got used to cheery Colnago man announcing himself when we quite often pass within the same 100 metre stretch of tarmac. Never do I see him on another road, or on a further afield part of the one where we meet - always he's southbound while I'm the opposite. I wonder whether he's noticed how we coincide so accurately.
But the volume of riders heading from where I've just been is quite the metaphor. Next time I'll warn them to do an immediate about turn, as there's nothing memorable behind me. Or maybe they've already escaped the trauma up the road to which I'm continually returning to, and they're en-route to salvation. If I was less a creature of habit I might consider riding one of these life-sapping circuits the 'wrong' way.