The pack animals

A lovely morning cycle out to North Berwick again. And I still have the afternoon to do all my errands. Who'da thought there was life before 11 on a Saturday. But apperently there is. Lots of solo cyclists earlier on, a fair few woman out on their own, and lots of nods and smiles. But then I happened upon the packs. I'd like to make my cycling more social and learn stuff however they are really quite daunting and all my cycling insecurities hit me head-on. I wasn't able to make out the male female demographic as they whizzed by in formation, but it felt like testosterone was oozing from the lycra clad packs. Ho hum.