The racing. Last night on my way home, as I cross West St. on my folder for the long haul up the Hudson Greenway up to the GW Bridge (live practically in its shadow), I pass a woman with a pretty serious messenger bag or maybe backpack on an MTB. Looked like a regular commuter is my point. Wanting to get home quickly I started riding a more than relaxed pace. Before long I realized MTB girl was on my wheel. Well, alright, another commuter to play with and eventually leaving gasping for air, a speck in my Take-a-Look mirror, bwuahaahaha!
Or so I thought. After about three miles of zipping briskly up the Greenway, with me directing traffic among the clueless peds, 'bladers, etc (and thanking the clued-in, of course), MTB girl, clearly amused by all this, calls out "ON YOUR LEFT!" and takes off like a rocket, dropping my sorry a55. Badly. Once I recover from the shock, and shocked I am, I bridge back up and sit on her wheel for a mile and a half. I pass her where the Greenway merges briefly with the main part of Riverside Park (W80s-W90s?) and say three words, "You ride well". She gives me a huge grin and "THANKS!", after which I crank it up another notch and she follows my wheel for the next mile and change before we part ways.
That was the most fun I've had during an evening commute in a long time. This morning wasn't as much fun but was much more intense. After a good warm up, I blow past a Brooklyn Velo Force racer who appears to be taking it easy. I guess he didn't like getting passed by a folder b/c he speeds-up, catches me, hangs on a while then drags me two or so miles down to my turn off (yes, I pulled up and thanked him for the pull -- he was very confused by this for some reason). What a nice couple of commutes. This is what I miss when I go to work early and leave late, eh?