It was a warm sunny Sunday afternoon heading into evening when I was out of a bike ride, maybe 50 miles from home and then the chain broke. I started to walk to the nearest station hoping to make the last train home, but it was miles away and, being a Sunday, I didn’t have much time.
After walking for maybe 30 minutes, which is not easy in cycling shoes, I heard the clip-clop of a horse approaching from behind. A turn to see a woman approaching on horse back. She’s wearing knee high black leather riding boots and white jodhpurs – oh my she has terrific thighs. My eyes move up to her navy polo shirt and onto her head, with long red, slightly greying hair neatly tied up under her riding helmet. Our eyes meet and her wry smile tells me she knows I’ve just checked her out. I feel my face turn red as she exaggeratedly returns the favour. My lycra shorts and top leaving little to the imagination. She must be about 20 years older than me, maybe mid 40s.