Decided to tour leafy (if tinder dray) Cheshire and Welsh lanes.
I think we are declaring war judging by the high number of trenches being dug.
Traffic heavy.
Got caught up behind a lot of cyclists near Cholomondey Castle.
Bet you expect a moan as I was in narrow lanes.
NOPE.
Tailenders were easy as they were stretched out.
Then I found the peloton.
After a few minutes of tailing they fell into single file and waved traffic through.
My compliments to them.
Quick stop at Broxton for bacon and egg bap, washed down with a large coffee.
Place was full of workers from all the roadworks.
Then a run into Farndon and the back route into Chester to play with the tourists.
Strangely, they were keen to let me out of the side turnings.
Gripe of the day, well, every day really.
Those doing much less than the speed limit, who suddenly pick up speed when you pass and try (emphasis on ‘try) to catch up.
Why?
I’m out of your way, doing legal speeds, overtaking with safety in mind ( not aggressively) & my car corners without slowing down (mostly).
What on earth is going through your peanut mind.
Daft
