I was cycling up the hill on Little Hob Moor, where Rowan and I have a morning race on the way to school, when I saw a granny on a bike 30 metres in front of me. I put in a bit of a dig to catch her and overtake her ... and got no closer to her. This seemed odd. I put in more effort and got a little bit closer this time; close enough to see the motor on her motorised bike.
Like when I was walking in Canonbury once and heard someone running behind me. I waited for them to overtake me. The running continued but the person got no closer. Eventually I looked round; there was the camp bloke from the hairdressers mincing along at a run that was slower than my walk.
The photo is the last from Bath
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