At my first ever bike race I did surprisingly well. I wasn’t naive enough to expect this to make anyone other than me happy, and I was quite right. Back at the changing rooms, one of the local stars came up to me, stared me really closely in the face, and said, “So how did you do that, then?”
“What?” I said.
“You hang on to a car or something? Listen mate, we don’t want people like you.”
At this point, two of his team-mates came over, took him by an arm each, and gently led him away. “Sorry about him,” one of them said over his shoulder. “He struggles with things like this.”
What he’d just experienced was the unexpected thrashing. It’s something that can unhinge the most stable.…
