Just before a tall river bridge, I blew by a hipster in faddish bright plastic aviators. He was on a nice looking lugged steel bike, and popping out of an alleyway on a sidewalk right where I jump off and roll over the bridge.

I said "nice bike" and then zoomed over the bridge in the big ring, 20+ pounds of lunch water coffee thermos clothes and tools in my bag, on my folder with 2.1's.

I have nothing against looking stylish on a bike-- I don't get any particular joy in showing kids up, but it is nice validation to completely dust anyone who's riding faster gear.

Yesterday I was nearly assaulted in a roundabout. Guy got out and did one of those fake swings to make me flinch. I blocked his punch, but didn't flinch. The way he dealt with realizing what a coward he was was to get into his van and buzz me again in his lame conversion van at full speed.