The greatest advantage to imaginary racing on a Tuesday morning is being able to muscle the grannies and get to the front for the start...
It's deeper than it looks once you stop sinking. Not sure the grannies will manage.
Twice round the woods to test the stamina...
Passed the pond ( triathlon anyone?)
Into town for urban credentials , collect pension , spectator section and fag in park
And home to a rapturous reception and some catalogue modelling...
Campag pedals still no good