A funny story from yesterday's commute home...
Only have the one bike so it doubles as my Saturday special and my commuter, Aluminium and heavy. Running a new ($16) Radbot and another flashing red rear on the helmet; Ayups on the front and a Zefal spy mirror on the handlebars; weather was fine so riding sans plastic mudguard.
Leaving work just on dusk, had gone about 1km and just warming up when a young whippet zipped past on TT bars. You could tell the bike was aero, light weight and running SRAM groupset but no lights. My natural thought was: good, some company

. Anyway, stayed with him for a few km but not sitting right on.
Coming up to a roundabout, a car was approaching from behind so I did the right thing and calmly called out "Car back",

well judging from the startled reaction: he hadn't expected this old codger to have kept up. With that he did the honourable thing, got out of the seat and proceeded to try and drop me. I could have told him he didn't need to try so hard, but he was dancing like Alberto on Alp d'Huez going up the hill we now found ourselves on. One look at MY frame would have told him I don't do hills, my only saving grace, the new team kit lycra shorts

If this fellow ever podiums in the future, i would like to claim my share of the credit for the extra effort he put into last night's training ride-it's the 1% things that count
