Dislycra

It was the last day of August, a UK Bank Holiday. It seemed to be the start of the ‘Tour de B-Roads’, Britain's parallel endurance competition to that Gallic behemoth. But the endurance was not the preserve of the competitors, but other B-road users. Like me!

B-roads are 2nd, and surrounding my village, 3rd class narrow roads, many so narrow to require ‘passing places’. Arrogant, sweaty, Lycra-clad, self-obsessed pedallers, in pelotons, groups, pairs and alone, now ‘own’ these vital roads. Mere drivers like me are 3rd class too! Overtaking? Not a chance!

I no lycra!