You may or may not have heard the story, but once upon a time a farmer left the gate open between the field with the cows in and the field with the bulls in. The young bull spots this and turns to the old bull and says “Lets run down into the cow field and shag one of those cows”. The old bull turns to the young bull and say “No, lets walk, and shag them all”.
I took Hot Colin on his longest ride yet – up to Dunstable Downs and back – 44 miles – 14.6mph averaged going out and 16.4mph back. Colin had prepared himself for the ride the night before by drinking copious amounts of beer, wine and some unknown Greek liquor that seemed ok when it was in Greece.
I’m proud to sayI held my own with Colin (not a pleasant thought) on the way out and I’m delighted to say he faded on the run home!! He was sweating like a paedophile in a school playground. Such joy – not that I’m bitter and twisted – or am I?
In Colin’s defence (my turn to be patronising) he was hung over, he did perk up when I slipped him some energy gels (with caffeine), he hasn’t got pedal clips, and finally, I suspect he was being kind to me and had a bit more left in the bag! So now we move on from Hot Colin to Bastard Colin to Condescending Colin! Oh and to make matters worse, he couldn’t take me up on my kind offer to lend him my bike shoes as my “feet” are one and a half sizes smaller than his! Nudge nudge wink wink. Bloody Hot Colin.