A bit warmer than yesterday (12C/54F), so I didn't bother with long sleeves. Sunny, breezy, nice ride.
Heading into the valley on a winding trail, something caught the corner of my eye. Glanced back to see a lycra-clad roadie following me and closing. At the bottom is a river crossing, then back up the other side. I'm pretty sure he followed me across the river, but when I glanced back halfway up the hill, he was gone. Thing is, there's no branch on that trail unless you want to head into mud, so he either turned around, stopped, or he's really slow on the uphill. I ain't as fast as I once was.