Originally Posted by groovestew

Arg. Last week I declared myself the "king of the mountain". No longer. My commute home includes a long, gradual climb, gradual until the last 50 feet or so where it suddenly gets quite steep. I often pass one or two other cyclists on that hill, but to date have never been passed (reinforcing my belief in my own climbing prowess). Last night, I was doing my usual climb, pushing myself but not working at capacity. I reached the steep section at the end and had just got out of the saddle to give myself some extra oomph when suddenly, a voice sounds over my left shoulder, "That's a pretty good pace you're setting." The voice turned into a body as another cyclist drew up beside me and then rode past as we reached the top of the hill. But...but...but...I'm supposed to be the fastest climber around here!