A Giant on The Plain

A Giant bike crossing Chingford Plain, that is. There were seven of us out today. Pete kept getting lost in the woods even though we waited for him so we sent him on a straight course. Then I turned off after  a coupe of hours because there were things to be done at home. As I was whizzing down a steep track there were two horse coming towards me. 

Dilemma: To put on my brakes which squeak loudly and would startle the horses. Or race past them without breaking. I chose the former option which caused a commotion and did startle the horses a little. But not too much so cyclist and riders past on good terms.