Cycling home from Prout's Neck, Maine I was passed by a burly fellow without the usual "on your left", "nice day", etc. Noticed after he sped past me he did not keep up the same pace. Still had a bit of effort to get back to him (what is this competitive thing kicking in at my age?). A little later on what amounts to one of the toughest hills in our town I passed him with a pleasant "blue sky" remark and enjoyed the immense satisfaction of dropping someone 15-20 years younger. This made up for the four young women passing me earlier in the ride. They looked like a race team and were very fit so I did not feel too bad.