Marvelous fun this morning. Felt a bit crap so had it in my head no SCR but as soon as I got on the Dagenham main drag there was a guy in pale blue kit ( shorts as well) far ahead. No be sensible I thought. But hey I was catching him anyway. When I got near him a mile later it was a case of slow down by a mph or overtake. I overtook. Oh well I might as well as have waved a red rag at a bull. Next minute he was past me.
My crap feeling was gone, game on! He turned off and I suspected he was taking a different route . Sure enough a mile or so later I looked back and he was stuck at some lights I just got through. No need to worry about him for a mile or so, but no bam he was past me but looking rough, I guess he had dug a bit too deep to catch me that quick. Next junction he stayed on the cyclepath I jumped on the road and got a draft from a nice bus for 200 yds he was left far behind.
He didn’t turn up again for 2 miles. Then I thought it was time to talk , He was very friendly and we agreed to help each other, we chain ganged for the next mile or so but that got competitive 24mph into a headwind is not sensible for someone of my capabilities. Then hit lights etc and did some more chatting. He had just come back from a week cycling in the lakes that’s why he was not up to full speed apparently. ( had to be the only reason a old fart like me could hang with him) He had been doing the commute for 4 years, we have never run into each other before but seemed we both knew some of the same more colourful characters on the route . I stamped my authority up the Canning Town hill and did not see him again.
Nice guy might see him again in another 4 years.