Yesterday afternoon I decided to put 50 miles on the odometer of my current favorite bike which is a hybridized Schwinn MTB. For reasons I don't understand, I like this $189 "department store bike" better than my Cannondale or Trek. At about mile 30 of my urban stop-and-go ride, I pulled up to a stoplight behind two guys 30-40 years younger than me, skinny and fit looking, (I'm 63) in full roadie garb, hi $$$ probably carbon fiber road bikes, etc. etc.
I make a point of eye contact and a friendly smile and wave to everybody I encounter on a bike -- man, woman or child -- no matter WHAT they are riding. So one of the Lance Armstrong wannabes looked back and I gave him a friendly smile and wave -- which he completely ignored.
I always try to come to a city intersection staged for take off, down a couple of gears, pedals positioned for launch etc. I don't use clips or cleats. When the light turned green I was ready. I was hauling ass when I immediately passed them -- fumbling with their cleats it looked like and basically standing still. Me on my pawn shop department store hybridized MTB, full upright riding position, no clips or cleats, steel-toed workboots, t-shirt, blue jean shorts w suspenders and 63 years old. That's nice, I thought, but they'll catch up in a block or two. WRONG!! When I turned off a few blocks down the street I looked back and they were so far behind I could hardly see them.
Don in Austin