Now let me tell you a story, all true. Sit back, grab a cuppa....
Back in the late 80's and through the 90's there was a guy all the local club riders in South Manchester knew about. (The fella was from Hyde/Tameside) He would ride around at about 10-12 mph, in jeans and a Raleigh road top. He wasn't all quite there, and I'll explain.
We all knew, that if you passed him, he'd suddenly wheelsuck you. He'd never talk, would never pass, or respond to any 'hellos', and no matter how fast you rode he'd sit there - almost impossible to shake off - blooming pain in the ar$e when you are out on a training run.
If you hit 20, he'd be there, 25 still there, 10 still there. Never got off your wheel. Most folk would try and avoid him.
The guy eventually progressed to cycling tights. He was usually out most days, and had been spotted as far as Ashbourne - about 40 plus miles from where he lived, so he was fairly serious, and he was out all weathers.
He never spoke to anyone, just wheel sucked.
Anyway, coming back from a TT, me driving, and my clubmate in the passenger seat, bikes on roof. We pass the guy, and he starts to try an tag on the back (of the car). My mate thought he'd be clever, and stuck his head out of the window, and told the bloke to 'f' off. I was so glad we were about to hit a 40 mph section, and even more so when the next lights were green.
The fella is a bit of a legend (or leg end) in this area. Not seen him for some time though.
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