Last week I was overtaken by another cyclist while out on my bike. There’s nothing particularly unusual about this, indeed as one of triathlon’s less inept swimmers it’s something that happens with depressing regularity in races, as the bike monsters make me pay for my watery superiority. What made this specific incident unusual, though, was that it was a delivery rider who overtook me, and the bugger wasn’t even pedalling.
Yes folks,with aching quads and a forehead leaking like a knackered fridge.
