Low 60sF and overcast. No wind. I made a conscious effort to maintain (as opposed to exceeding) 15MPH for the heck of it. Pretty relaxing. I allowed myself to go faster on down-slopes.

Yesterday my ride home was one long Silly Commuter Criterium . It was one roadie after another I was chasing down. One guy (and I) got tangled up with brain-dead parents blocking most of the MUP with their ridiculously large strollers, not moving, paying attention to a brat in a stroller. Roadie asked them to move. They glared at him. I said, "You really should move out of the way." They glared at me. The roadie yelled back, "For your own safety as well as for others!" By now I was right behind the roadie and I said, "Indeed!" We had a bonding moment griping about stupid people.

I rode behind him, and we caught a couple of other roadies before he peeled off. Then I spotted someone in a full kit. He was tough to catch. After a couple of 25MPH sprints, I caught him. We left the MUP and he mashed up a hill. I spun, keeping up. Then he turned left while I went straight. Took me a while to return to normal heart rate and respiration.

I think it was my fastest ride home yet. (BTW I ride a 30+ pound dual-suspension Trek MTB.)