Question: Why the repetition. You posted this photo last week???
Answer: Yea (with attitude) But it’s relevant, OK??
Answer: Well, I drove along this route today in the midst of an oncoming bicycle race and it was ..horrible… there were thousands of them, all coming at me, lycra-ed from head to toe.
Question: What madness would possess you to do this?
Answer: Aversion tactics. I needed bread, milk, toilet rolls…and I thought I’d make it home before the onslaught.
Verdict: It was a big mistake.
LET ME TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT
We have a dog called Willow. German Shepherd. Lovely dog, good as gold. The problem is that she has spatial awareness challenges. It manifests itself when she runs at speed. In her head she wants to gallop up alongside you and be your best friend. In reality she crashes into the back of your thighs knocking you for six and is your enemy.
And some cyclists are a bit like Willow. Having negotiated the steep climb up the mountain, they want to free wheel all the way down the other side as FAST as they can. (note how twisty and windy this route is) The problem is that they have spatial awareness problems….
And me.. a nervous driver. A very nervous driver (Picture me, crawling up this mountain pass at 10 miles an hour)
When it comes to nervousness I probably deserve a gold medal. I spent 48 years on this planet unable to drive. This year, I took the plunge-did the lessons, passed the test and took to the road…cautiously.
Anyway back to the race. What worried me was that I had far more concern for the safety and well being of the cyclists than some of the cyclists themselves.
Why else would they cycle two, three abreast on this road?? Why would they overtake each other in the face of an oncoming car-albeit it, one driving at snail’s pace?
Why would they take photo’s of the scenery as they negotiated the arduous climb to the top.. something which caused them to wobble precariously when they realised the approaching snail was a motorised vehicle??
And then, when they get to the top of the mountain, the euphoria made them oblivious to my tension filled hill starts as they lay, prostrate on the road,
I can’t tell you how happy I was when I arrived home.. successfully having avoided all the cyclists who hurtled themselves at my car, had a cup of tea and prepared for the second challenge of the day… donkey castration. Ah, the life of a country gal….