You know the type: glistening massive guads, expensive brand name bike, pro team kit, all colors in perfect harmony. On two separate days, a road nazi passed me at the beginning of a climb, but didn't continue at the same pace and settled in front of me, so I tailed them to the top as they struggled to lose me. If you think for a second they weren't trying, you would be wrong. They knew it was a race.

In the first instance I stayed within a bike length for most of the climb, and closed in tight as we reached the top, considering whether to come around and take the win. Struggling with my conscience, ultimately I didn't because that would have looked way too Fredtunistic on my part, so I gifted him by letting him take it. Then I lost him on the fast descent.

The second one made an attempt to place considerable distance from me mid-way up, but I detected toward the top that he was weakening, so I closed ever so slowly, timing my attack to be able to sprint around and take the win, but again I stopped short and gave him the gift of a win.

They both knew they had been gifted. Serves them right for putting on a show by passing me on a climb and not finishing strong.