A story here...
My Dutch ex-partner when I was living in Noosa right near the triathlon course, usually cycled to work in her bike sent down from Holland, it was thick framed ladies bike complete with a wicker basket in front.
On the day of the famed Noosa triathlon, she commenced cycling to work but along the footpath this time, but having to cross the road at one stage to reach her workplace at the beach front, she accidentally crossed the finish line before the cycling leg had yet crossed it, and to rousing cheers from the crowd there!