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Riding a local loop and hit a climb on one of the country lanes. Not a massive hill but a short punchy effort about 5-6mins long (for my fat arse). Just as I get to the steepest bit of about 15% the road narrows to a single lane, and in typical fashion a car is coming down just as I hit it. I press on only to then hear the sound of a second car joining my rear. I’m blowing a bit & feeling some pressure to get out the way-it shouldn’t but this stuff plays on my mind. Car behind sounds like it working hard to keep moving. I finally get to the next section where the road widens. Still some climbing to go and I’m feeling the pain but hopefully not holding anyone up now. I hear the revving of the engine, and then the sound of the car window winding down. At this I brace for the inevitable torrent of abuse or milkshake on my head (strawberry McDonalds, different story) from an angry delayed motorist, but it doesn’t happen.
Instead, I get two lads shouting encouragement that would be worthy of a place on Dutch corner. Best time up there in about 5 yrs, and my faith in humanity a little restored, what a happy moment. More than worthy of a celebratory beer or two.
I struggle with long sentences
I rode up a hill. Lads in a car said well done.
Yay!!!!!!
It's a rare occurence but it's a great feeling when it happens.
Whoop! 🙌
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I keep forgetting to put a cowbell in the car for just such occasions.
Love it!
I got told I should be in the circus by a deliveroo cycle courier watching me do a very sketchy trackstand. I did smile for a fair bit after that.
I keep forgetting to put a cowbell in the car for just such occasions.
i have a cowbell from past spectating & I keep meaning to put it in the car, but not sure how it would be received by a random cyclist.
Wicked
I got told I should be in the circus by a deliveroo cycle courier
Sure he wasn’t calling you a clown? 🤪
OP earlier:
I have a few Fat Lad at the Back jerseys, and a couple of times I've been struggling up a hill and had a passenger of an overtaking car shout "Go on Fat Lad!"
Admittedly, outnumbered by the times I've been called a fat ****er, but every little helps.
I keep forgetting to put a cowbell in the car for just such occasions.
Perhaps thats what Jim Ratcliffe should've fitted in his motors instead of a 'toot' button.
OP earlier:
My partner's dad used to go on cycle tours with his pals from Ayrshire down to France and back in the late 50s/early 60s and on once occasion they cycled into a town that seemed to have a bit of a festival atmosphere... and across the finish line of a TDF stage about half an hour ahead of the winner.