I'm coming home tonight, moron on old 80's road bike, suicide levers and all, sandals, no shirt, I passed him, he passes me again. We danced. And every freaking time I get to a light, he pulls some bone head move to get ahead of me and run the light, cutting off pedestrians, cars, etc. So we're going up this hill and he decides to really start cranking it, he looks back at me behind him, he's literally getting red, I can see his shoulders rolling, his arms straining to hold onto the bars, we're going uphill at 14mph, I can hit 25 going up that hill. I'm behind him all the way doing about 60rpm when he gives the lance armstrong look like he's about to drop me. I just stayed behind him and drafted him till he turned off onto a side street.