Ganymede
Veteran
- Location
- Rural Kent
I was hareing back to the pub at 8.40pm to make it before the kitchen closed - on the darkest, narrowest lane there was a truck behind me so I stood up on the pedals and put on a spurt - let him past at the junction where I realised it was a supermarket delivery van, nice wave from the driver. One small hill later and I came across him dawdling along trying to spot house names with a torch (it's all farms and cottages). I can help you! I cried, and directed him to the tiny obscure off-the-road dwelling he wanted. Then I rode away like the knight in shining armour I truly was, and got a damn fine dinner at the Scrote and Windbag to celebrate my bro-in-law's birthday. Hurrah!