The fact that I had not taken my beloved Brompton only served to remind me that I had not taken my beloved Brompton!
As I drove to work I saw a lycra-clad roadie make a great deal of going up a hill. I estimated that I could - to use common parlance - 'take him' and plotted an imaginary route around him, had I been on my Brompton.
Of course this reminded me the BWC where the opportunity to overtake a slightly slower rider is a moment of glee.
I am considering writing to one of those annoy aunts!