One of my favorite memories is riding an old *** mountain bike with a tag-a-long hooked on the back with my 4 year old daughter on it. We were in a hurry to get home because it was starting to rain. We approached a group of riders on a hill that were on Serottas. We passed them and my daughter starts screaming "faster Daddy, faster those guys are trying to catch us!" I waved and gave them a nod as they blew past. It must have made them feel good to pass us. It was only after we got home that my daughter let me know she was sticking her tongue out at them when we went past on the hill :-)