We all have small moments when doing something like this that class as little victories or huge morale boosters. Yesterday, coincidentally on my 46th Birthday I had one of those moments.
Not that I see many cyclists on my commute, probably about 1 or 2, and I've never seen any cyclists on NCR5 over the years, but usually if they're not going in the opposite direction, they're overtaking me at a rate of knots.
My big moment came yesterday, Robert Millar eat your heart out, powering along the A38 Bristol Road yesterday evening up the hill towards Northfield I spied in the distance a fellow cyclist, and amazingly I saw I was in fact reeling in him. So Sunshine, you're mine I thought, (not that I'm competitive at all you understand), travelling at near terminal velocity I was stamping on my pedals for all I was worth and on the uphill I powered past the poor unfortunate. I kept the pressure on up the rest of the drag into Northfield and broke him, I never saw him again. Yeeeha! Who's the man?!
Actually, what happened is on film below...
But it's my story, my overtake and was my birthday yesterday so I'll remember it like I told it!
Now where's that Polka Dot Jersey?
I also yesterday brought a new Camelbak and a Helly Hansen Base layer using my Birthday money.