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.
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