Last year, second lap of a two-lap RR. Going up the last hill, five miles or so from the finish; I take point, and we whittle down the number from ~50 to ~10. It's only a two minute climb, though so the others can't be that far behind.
At the top it's flat. No one comes around me. I don't want to do any more work, but I don't want to slow down and let the chasers back on, either. I go to the gutter. There's a bunch of potholes there, generally rough pavement... where I, at least, would back off of the wheel in front of me in order to keep the rubber side down. After about a minute, everyone realizes I'm there to stay until someone else goes to the front. Eventually someone comes around and takes us to the middle of the road, where there's decidedly better pavement.
Did I commit an egregious sin?