To my surprise, a forty plus, accountantesque, lady on a comfort bike flew past me at about 32. Which is fast uphill. She was in a business suit, comfortable looking shoes (casting no aspersions but they were those kind of Hush Puppy shoes) with no toe-clips and the spray not captured by her full mud-guards was misting across her horn-rimmed bifocals. I was amazed.


So I sped up, a lot, as she was now doing 35kmh on the downhill side, to have a closer look. There was nothing much unusual about her gearing and certainly no motor-mower engine. Perhaps she was superwoman?