My closest brush with fame was a year ago. I was out for a winter ride and was passed by a local shop owner who races a lot (amateur). I think his best was 3rd statewide time trialist. Anyhow, his shop is covered in ribbons, medals, etc.
He was out on a easy (for him) training ride, and had already picked up one straggler. He was monitoring his pace with an HRM, and didn't want anyone else to pull, so I fell in and drafted for about 10 miles, to where our paths diverged.
Hey, I thought it was pretty cool!