While on my ride this morning, I actually saw four other cyclists out on the road. I'm happy to announce that I was only passed by one of them. He was a gentleman of significantly more years than I and he dropped me like a bad habit. It was a little depressing but, hey, what are you gonna do? The other three, on the other hand, were the victims of my wrath. I passed them so fast that you'd have thought they were standing still. The fact that we were going in opposite directions when I passed them is a detail that really needs not be quibbled over. I passed them fair and square and that's that. Yay me!