I joined in a bunch ride the other morning, not far from my place. I have no idea who most of them were. Our paths simply crossed at a set of traffic lights, so being the opportunist I am (not to mention knackered at the time after 30km going solo) I jumped on the back for some respite. The lights changed…and they took off. Averaging 35km/h+ through the decidedly suburban streets of Five Dock is no mean feat, as evidenced by my breaking 3 Strava PBs whilst clinging on for dear life. I peeled off after 15km or so, happy enough with my morning’s accomplishments, and to this day still have no clue as to their identity – either individually or as a group. But if you do happen to be reading, thank you…for kindly allowing me to have my arse kicked by you last week.