I'm cruising along at about 16-17 mph on a stretch of road that's pretty straight and the sun is keeping me pleasantly warm. Suddenly out of a long driveway shoots a 20 or 30 something guy (I can't tell anymore) on a full carbon Wiler Centro Record with full Campy Record gear. And he's wearing the full Discovery kit. The guys not going as fast as I am, and is completely unaware of my presence, because he's too busy adjusting his IPod ear buds. I'm in a good mood so, I slow down, pull up along side him and say, "How you doing?" He looks over at me, sneers and goes, "pfft!" He drops down onto his highest gear and starts to crank it out, as if he's going to leave this geezer who's not worthy of a civil response in the dust.
OK, I know when I've been dismissed and/or insulted. So, I pop the chain up to the 50 on the front and drop it to the 13 in the rear. Now I'm on his wheel, and he know's I'm there. We're about two miles into this and I've been at about 100 rpms pretty steady for alot of this time. He can't drop me. I call ahead, "Hey, I can pull for a bit." He just starts jamming even harder. I'm hitting up to 112 rpms. I don't believe I can hold this much longer. But it goes on for almost another mile, and while my lungs are holding their own, my legs are starting to feel like I've been climbing a 12% hill for the last hour. I really don't know how much longer I can hold this. Straight ahead is an intersection with the traffic light, which is red. I'm thinking, "Oh crap. Now I've got to deal with this guy, and I'm real tired." He looks like he's not going to stop, but at the last minute jambs on his brakes. I've already almost come to a complete stop. Now he turns and looks over his shoulder at me, and gasping for breath starts to say, "You old wheel suckers think...." I never hear the rest of what he wants to say, because suddenly he's tossing his lunch on the side of the road. I ask if he's OK, and he shoots me the finger. The light is turning green, and I push off and clip in. As I pull away, he's doing the dry heaves for all he's worth.
I didn't see him again for the rest of my ride. I sure hope he's OK. As I was hanging up the bike at home I was thinking that maybe I wasn't being very nice.