Took a lovely spin around Essex today in search of hills. I found about five in the space of 53km, two of them somewhat serious. Also, with a strong tailwind, I managed a minute at 50kph on the flat. Glorious.
Also I popped into a sheltered side-road to have a wee and sadly, because I have the squits, felt a a tiny unintended emergence. I scrambled up the mossy verge into the bushes to correct the situation - which turned out to be a false alarm. A van swung into the sheltered road and stopped suddenly next to my bike. The driver looked at it for a couple of seconds, looked up the road, looked down the road and started taking off his seatbelt. I shouted "YO!", which startled him and he shouted "Yo!" back. So then we both lied to each other:
Me: "I was just having a piss",
Him: "Oh ok, I was just wondering whose bike this was"
Me: "Ok mate no worries". Off he drove, and out of the bushes I clambered.
Took a lovely spin around Essex today in search of hills. I found about five in the space of 53km, two of them somewhat serious. Also, with a strong tailwind, I managed a minute at 50kph on the flat. Glorious.
Also I popped into a sheltered side-road to have a wee and sadly, because I have the squits, felt a a tiny unintended emergence. I scrambled up the mossy verge into the bushes to correct the situation - which turned out to be a false alarm. A van swung into the sheltered road and stopped suddenly next to my bike. The driver looked at it for a couple of seconds, looked up the road, looked down the road and started taking off his seatbelt. I shouted "YO!", which startled him and he shouted "Yo!" back. So then we both lied to each other:
Me: "I was just having a piss",
Him: "Oh ok, I was just wondering whose bike this was"
Me: "Ok mate no worries". Off he drove, and out of the bushes I clambered.