Ride home was a bit of a hoot with a strong tailwind. Got caught in the first 2 miles by a eastern european guy who must have been 6ft 4 or taller with a huge rucksack, I didnt recognise the bike but I remembered that hieght and rucksack. We had battered each other in a marathon SCR session some months ago. This was a deja vu moment as we did it all over again, the guy just did not like me leading out and as soon as I tried to take a turn he would get back on the front again, only for 1 mile of the 8 mile session was I on the front consistently, when I took the front on a hill. Again we ended up chatting at the same set of lights.
He should go and work for help the aged as he felt it was not fair for me to lead out as I was obviously so much older than him, nice chap! we even shook hands when he turned off.