Monday, December 21, 2009
Commuter Races
Well, apparently the racing fire still burns...on a long slow climb up the bike path to work, a fellow cycle commuter passes me without as much as "Hello or Good Morning". I let it go but I've seen this guy before and he processes no common courtesy towards his fellow riders. The more I think it about and the further he goes up the road the more steamed I get. So down goes the chain and I am firing on all cylinders while using whatever last specs of fitness remain from the season. It takes me awhile but I catch and pass, look over and fire off a cheery "morning !" and man, did that feel good.
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Nah, see what you do is, you ride up next to the guy and start chatting about how nice the weather is, what kind of bike is that?, and so forth, all while you are slowly turning the screws on him, until he can't respond anymore and you say "Have a good one" and ride him off your wheel. I did that to a guy at the Garden. So satisfying...
i totally get that - we ain't in cars, if you're going to pass at least acknowledge me with something. Worst is when that happens on a 'rest' day, and then the agony of mental debate "do i let him go or chase him down and blow the recovery"
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