On my way in to Chepstow climbing a big, big hill that suspiciously felt like it was trying to grow up in to a mountain one day; i was in low, low gear and pushing for the next corner (where i was certain it would become steeper*) i became aware of a growing presence behind me - a quick glance over my shoulder confirmed this as a loaded lorry grimly clung to my rear wheel with the determination to urge me onwards and upwards with much more haste than i could manage.
Knowing he was there...with a tail of vehicles growing by the minute, only made me maintain my pace with some small satisfaction that there was no way past until we all reached the summit - eventually

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Reckon it took me about 10-15 minutes to make the climb as the drizzle fell upon us all in equal measure. Stuffum, i thought, giving one a friendly wave when he pipped his horn irritably at me on his way by.
*i was right.