...and drop me, FFS make sure you can commit to it!
I missed my commute today, so I decided to go for a spin on one of the nearby paths. I rode about 13 miles out and turned around. About 3 miles into my return trip, a guy on a mountain bike decides to come up and ride next to me at a leisurely pace of about 14 MPH. I figured he'd pass me. He glanced over, and darted off.
I'd describe my bike handling skills as intermediate, and my fitness level as mediocre. My commuter ride is a cheap 9-year old rigid mountain bike on slick tires and SPD pedals. A ghetto hybrid if you will. Believe me when I say that getting dropped is something that wouldn't surprise me, even if by it's a fellow clyde on an x-mart mountain bike. I wasn't in any mood to show off; I was enjoying my ride!
We were on the flats, hardly a breeze to speak of, and I just held my pace. Once he was about 200 yards ahead, he dropped his tempo down to about my speed. 1/4 mile later, he was slowing down. It wasn't long until I had to say "On your left!" and go around him.
He tried to be a wheel sucker for a bit. That kind of cheesed me off. First he gives me attitude on a freaking beautiful evening, then he drops me, but is too out of shape to stay ahead, THEN he thinks he's entitled to draft me? Forget that noise. I left him in the dust with about a mile burst of 20 MPH (which, by the way just about killed me)