On the day in question, workmen had dug a trench on the far side straight in order to gain access to some underground piping. The trench cut through lane one and then into the rugby field leaving the other seven lanes intact. I was not present when my “friends” spotted this and decided it would be an excellent opportunity to play a prank on me by challenging me to a cycle race in which they would give me the inside lane. We would start, as usual, from the start/finish straight so I would have no opportunity to see the trench on the far side in advance. During the race the group would box me in so that I was forced to stay in the inside lane and when we got to the trench I would fall in to the hole going at some speed. They imagined that the accident should be quite spectacular and all except me would have a big laugh about it.
The Cycle RaceBring your bike and we’ll race the track at the police athletic ground One quarter mile flat and the quickest time is now 65 seconds around Who did the best? Who got that time? Was what I demanded to know? Well, Leonard did by a country mile, the others were much too slow
If you think you’ll do better come with us, we’ll settle the matter there The trap is set, they know me too well and I just can’t resist the dare Next thing we’re ready, five abreast and I’ve drawn the inside track Get away fast and stay out in front, that’s my simple plan of attack I’m much too excited to spot the deceit, winning has addled my brain
Almost too late I look up to see a trench, three feet wide cross my lane Instinct takes over, I’ve no time to think, fling body and bike in the air Up over the maw that’s waiting to bite, land safe with inches to spare Now it’s a joke, let’s all have a laugh but clearly I see through their plan
From quasi “friends” a lesson in life, trust only yourself my young man