In all sorts of outdoor activities, from the humble commute to the most serious of sports, the first few days of sun spark an outbreak of fair-weather fury from the dedicated all-year-rounders. Or, as they prefer to be called, people who know what they're doing.
As people with no idea what we're doing, we should try to feel their pain. It's
easy to see how being smugly undertaken by an amateur with his lycra on back to
front could leave a bitter taste in the mouth of a seasoned cyclist. It's
probably similar to the feeling you get when you lose at chess to someone whose
main aim is to use the pawns to spell out their own initials
The one phrase that sums up all of these outbursts is familiar to every
three-year-old who has ever been forced to share - "But I was here first!"