Wo die Blumen sind

By Rebelblume

The Speeding Lady

The misty theme continues, but this morning it was real fog and not domestic steam. Waiting for the traffic light this lady kind of shuffled in front of me. I thought, 'if she also goes through the park I'll have to manoeuver past her as she'll be slow'. But once we got moving she showed a remarkable strength of pedal. And she was overtaken, not by me, but another lady in her eighties who sped past so fast she was out of the picture in seconds. I'm in reasonably good cycling condition though I have an old rusty bike. But there was no way I could keep up. I just managed to blip her, before she reared off in the hazy beyond, on her, probably, hopefully, electric bike...

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