"Uh oh", the husband and I thought in unison. "Some unlucky bastard is going to have to dust the cobwebs off their bike."
That would be me. I am the unlucky bastard.
So I taped my pant legs with sticky tape and off we pedalled around the lake. Meanwhile, the husb. strolled along in the shade with the other girl who was having a gentle scoot on her Santa-scooter.
Luckily the girl rides a small bike and only goes at a modest pace. I just had to pick a low enough gear that I could keep pedalling slowly enough not to either fall off or mow her down.
|Tinky, but think of the power behind the pedals!|
|Sure, it is not a fair fight but I prefer not to lose, thank you.|
I figure with my giant bike and 21 gears I can keep ahead of her (though probably not up a steep hill*). It will be the next bike that is a problem. A bit more leg length, bigger wheels and a couple of gears and I will be in trouble chasing that girl. She is a concentrated ball of girlish muscle. I had better start training now.
*Note to self, choose routes that avoid steep hills.