ripping yarn.
In North queensland we have what is called " Waitawhile ". Or lawyer cane. Has what may as well be fish hooks hanging on rope. Yep. rip.
I know this is roadie, but. more than a couple years ago.
45 ks home from turnaround, undulating sunday morning " race " home.
I was in pretty good nick at the time. Passed a little chick, said hi, and PBed my way home. Never looked back, felt like fucking superman.
The unoficcial ( is that how you spell it ) finish line is couple ks past long flat out hill, but must pedal.
I sit up and she is on my wheel. Where the fuck did she come from ? What the fuck is she ? ?
She was Ruth Corset. Australian Champion at the time.
Smiled and came on by.
About the same time, we bigtime ego raceyboy bunch, all wanked out on superbikes got rounded and dropped out of sight, on the Chicken Run, by a complete unknown on a full steel Llewwellyn fixie.
Went quiet for a long while.