If only because I'm going to have to be a bit of a pig, and I'm not actually like that, but you know what I'm talking about.
Oh, and earlier today I was reading the thread about passing other commuters, so this was fresh in my mind.
So, after work I needed to go up to the mall for some errands. Now I won't start in on how I loath the mall, but suffice it to say that the riding would be the best part of the trip (but isn't it always?). Except that, although the weather man specifically said today would be "calm" I found myself heading into a steady wind that gradually sapped my strength until the "quick trip" was turning into the Bataan Death Marc... ride.
Other thing about the ride is that although there is a bike lane which is, in fact, wide enough for a bike, the pavement SUCKS. Especially on the return trip, a long gradual downhill allows me to clip 30 for just about the whole ride except that to do so is to take one's life and the life of one's wheels into one's hands!
Anyway, about halfway up I spot another cyclist up ahead. A moment later I realize that even struggling uphill into a headwind at a paltry 15mph there's no way I'm not catching them. And the chase is on.
A bit closer, and I realize that the target in question is a female cyclist on an old Shwinn bike boom somethingorother. Little indie-chick or some such. Sweet! Now for the question: Do I sacrafice my ride time and heart rate to hang back and watch the a$$ for a bit, or do I just take her down and smile nicely on my way by?
I opted for a combination of the two, and worked on "clever thing to say not at all out of breath" as I passed, and also to catch my breath for a bit (remember the headwind which, naturally, was gusting by now). Quip and breath in hand, I made my attack.
Rode up fast on her left and as I passed, gave her (and her bike) a quick once over, with momentary eye contact) and said "I'm sure (Name of weather man you've likely never heard of) said it wasn't going to be windy today" (not my finest line, but I didn't have anything else at the moment).
And, of course, at the moment of final delivery, I ran smack into a huge pothole, resulting in:
a) The last 2 words to come out "Uuff"
b) A mad and not at all graceful scramble to keep the bike strainght and not vear into traffic, or, worse, cycle chik.
Only to me this happens.