We wave as we pass, we smile, we help each other, we chat chains and gear ratios, and we stop to lend inner tubes by the roadside. We are friends.
So one recent morning was most odd.
As I went out to sort my bins a chap went past on the path and, naturally as ‘cyclists' do, I looked at his bike.
“Why yer lookin’ at ma bike” came the gruffest of aggressive growls with a piercing stare, worthy of my old Maths teacher when I was chewing a toffee.
It was weird, as I was admiring his machine and was about to praise his cycling to school with his young lad.
Have the stresses of Covid and social-distancing affected friendly interaction?
Not sure.
But if I come across him with a flat tyre, I’ll still offer to help.
Because that’s what cyclists do. 😀
It's the camaraderie.
