I rolled up behind you on Walterloo Road this morning as you started a trackstand. As you rolled onwards, I was faced with a dilemma: do I up my pace to catch and say Hi, or do I let you race ahead? I decided upon the latter, being middle aged and tired.
However, the dilemma faced me again as you took the bus lane section around the imax, allowing me to pull level with you as we rode up onto the bridge, but then you powered off again before I could speak.
Now why does this matter?
Well, if I had said Hi, I might also have felt obliged to point out the your name could equally well me OldShortsRacer. If you find an understanding colleague, bend forward in front of him or her while in your cycling gear and ask him or her to count the number of vertical seams visible in your shorts. There is more than one.
Hahahaha, you know I really need to throw those bib shorts in the bin! They have become my emercency pair when all the others are in the wash, but given the amount of unwanted attention they attract maybe I should repalce them with a new pair of emergency shorts :-s
I apologise for giving you an eyeful, normal service will be resumed shortly...
Hahahaha, you know I really need to throw those bib shorts in the bin! They have become my emercency pair when all the others are in the wash, but given the amount of unwanted attention they attract maybe I should repalce them with a new pair of emergency shorts :-s
I apologise for giving you an eyeful, normal service will be resumed shortly...