Just thought I'd share...
Riding along to work slowly this morning, carrying a week's worth of clothes and a mountain bike slowly overtakes. Lucky me, the bloke towed me along for about 5k.
A nice morning and a free tow... what else could one ask for?
Ritch.
Not a habitual wheelsucker.
PS. I was in a good situation in our club's 50km handicap race. Being a newcomer, I was riding from 8 minutes (max was 10 min). Cold wind and pouring rain made life miserable, however, I felt I was in a winning position (thanks to the handicapper and the absence of two of the club's top riders) about half way through the race when...
pssssssssssssssss.
Doh!
It must have been the bad omen of seeing two stranded riders on Anzac bridge on Friday. I guess I was the third in the "bad things happen in threes" saying. Pooh.