I’m standing in a bike shop in Pitlochry waiting for Andrew to buy an energy gel. I notice a man standing next to me.
“Bum Cream?” He asks again.
I think the man is a shop assistant. I’m not 100% sure – but I hope so.
“Not today, thanks!” Is the only thing I can think to say.
“Are you sure?”
I wonder why he thinks I need bum cream? Is there a sale on? Does he get commission? Or is there something about the way I walk which made him think – that man really needs bum cream!
After leaving the shop I tell Andrew what happened. He replies.
“It could have been worse. He could have said arse lube!”
This year was our seventh race here. In 2016 I wrote “This year I thought I’d win. I didn’t.”
Well, this year I thought I’d win. I didn’t.
I’ll let Andrew write about his victory but I was pleased with my performance. I got a PB and I got round without needing bum cream.