I was riding over Scenic, a cool 3 or 4 mile climb (part of a 20 or so mile loop from my casa) on my flatbar fitness bike, and was just about at the top. My average speed on the climb was about 11 mph. Just at the top of the climb a young road cyclist passed me (easily) and started pumping his fist "I got you! I kicked your a$$!" and turned around and gave me a Lance Armstrong look. He pulled up in the parking lot at the top, and I stopped next to him and said "You realize that I'm overweight, almost 60, and didn't know I was in a race, don't you? I wouldn't rate this as one of my best cycling accomplishments." Then I laughed and rolled down the hill. Takes all kinds of people to make up a world, don't it?