Im headed out on my ride today, at the end of my estate and the beginning of an industrial area...a black teenager in a smart hoodie and tracks, on a Cannondale roadbike, possibly a CX called and said...'sorry, any idea where blah blah is ?'
'Yes bud, its 1/2 a mile that way, I'm headed that way, I'll show you if you want'
We chatted as we rode, he said...'its not going to be a race is it ?'
'No no, you'd almost certainly beat me, im 57 and got a dodgy chest'
'No way...57, you dont look it'
At some stage I said to him...'how things have changed, 5 or 10 years ago, someone of your age wouldnt be seen dead on one of those..now it seems you see plently young old boys on them'
'I like them, theyre cool' he said.
Thoroughly nice young fella to talk to..just a random crossing of paths. Afterwards i thought, when he said how he thought the bike was cool, i should have said...'you wanna get some clothes this this then mate...
' I couldnt see it somehow, could have been a step too far for his image