Out riding yesterday on my fixed gear, I'm doing a pretty good clip. I hear something over my shoulder, I give a glance at the shawdows dancing on the pavement, seeing another biker had latched on my wheel, I pushed it a little harder, cranking 53x18, I hear some chain slap as he tries to stay on my wheel. I didn't hear anything for awhile, and wasn't seeing his shawdow, so I let up a little, and this guy on a geared bike rolls up "Hey you only have one gear." He offers, mystified.
"Yeah, it's a fixed gear." I say looking over at his well ridden Trek 5500 with (is it) Spinergy wheelset. My HRM is beeping at 147.
"Fixed? It looks like you're stuck in a high gear."
I smiled and explained a little more about my setup.
He shrugged, "Mind if I pull?"
"Go right ahead." I said and fell in behind him. I don't know how fast we were doing, we were headed into a Southern crosswind, his pull was fantastic, and we were flying. I took a couple pulls, and my commute was suddenly coming to a quick close. My new friend hadn't ridden the bike paths and didn't know how they connected. I showed him.
When it was done I was a half hour early for work, and had put in a great ride, it was a pleasure to find someone that was willing to put on some pain. I could see it in his face, that good pain that says yeah, that's what I'm out here for.
We parted company. I suppose we'll see each other out there again, maybe he'll be on a fixed gear, and maybe I'll be on my roadie. It was a special moment, a time we all share once in a while.