Had fun with a bike snob today. Highett road pull up next to a roadie, one of those that wears the lycra booties over his shoes
(waaaannnnnkkkkeeeeerrrrrrrr!)
So there's me on my pannier laden Trek. Did my usual cheery ``Morning'' to which I got a disdainful look and a grunt. He was on a nice bike, shiny red Cannondale. Anyway lights go green and off we go.
He was just cruising so five minutes down the road we come across another cyclist. He looks over his shoulder and his face registers some surprise to see me just three meters off his wheel (I don't wheel suck when commuting).
Up out the saddle he gets and puts the hammer down. Not very effectively as it turns out, I didn't even get out the saddle and within thirty seconds was three meters off his wheel again.
We pull up at the next lights and we're side by side. My beuatiful Candy pedals are just a dream so snick in to so it's with no effort at all that I'm powering off ahead of him while he fscks around with his roadie cleats.
Not surprisingly he's out the saddle again and powering off around me, only to sit down and I actually slow down to stay three meters off his wheel.
This carries on all the way to the hill starting from Inkerman Street and the hill. He's out the saddle, I'm in the saddle and he doesn't get up the hill much quicker than me. He looks over his shoulder and there I am once again.
It's at this point he gets totally ****** and hammers down the hill. Funny
(waaaannnnnkkkkeeeeerrrrrrrr!)
So there's me on my pannier laden Trek. Did my usual cheery ``Morning'' to which I got a disdainful look and a grunt. He was on a nice bike, shiny red Cannondale. Anyway lights go green and off we go.
He was just cruising so five minutes down the road we come across another cyclist. He looks over his shoulder and his face registers some surprise to see me just three meters off his wheel (I don't wheel suck when commuting).
Up out the saddle he gets and puts the hammer down. Not very effectively as it turns out, I didn't even get out the saddle and within thirty seconds was three meters off his wheel again.
We pull up at the next lights and we're side by side. My beuatiful Candy pedals are just a dream so snick in to so it's with no effort at all that I'm powering off ahead of him while he fscks around with his roadie cleats.
Not surprisingly he's out the saddle again and powering off around me, only to sit down and I actually slow down to stay three meters off his wheel.
This carries on all the way to the hill starting from Inkerman Street and the hill. He's out the saddle, I'm in the saddle and he doesn't get up the hill much quicker than me. He looks over his shoulder and there I am once again.
It's at this point he gets totally ****** and hammers down the hill. Funny