I was about two miles from finishing my daily 15 miler, crusing about 15 mph maybe a mile or two less when out of nowhere some guy on a "Specialized" flew by me. He didn't say hello or good day or anything eles. I immediatly stood on the pedals and got within five feet of his rear tire after about a half of a mile or so. He looked back at that time I guess to see how far he left me. I shouted to him, "I'm still here on your ass after riding 14 miles,You are going to have to do better than that if you want to shame me". He smiled and turned off at the next corner. I'm glad he did cause I was tired as hell and had no more power left. I guess he saw me foaming at the mouth and that is why he laughed and turned.
But this is why I ride alone because most of the people out where I ride want to be a "Lance Armstrong" and will not do a social ride with anyone. Everyone is a racer. This was about the third time this has happend to me this month. I'm like another poster here who stated" I'm too slow for the fast guys, too fast for the slow guys and dont seem to find anyone in between" So I'm a loner.