I was riding along on my Cervelo R 2.5 ( 17.8 pounds with Spinergy wheels ), doing some intervals for a while, 23.4 mph average, you know, getting my base miles in ( 70 of 'em today ), and then it was time to wind the workout down. So after I did 62.4 miles, I slowed and was doing more of a recovery ride.

I saw a guy in a jersey with R something DuraAce embroidered into his jersey, in a bold font. Now I was just doing a quick spin ( 94 rpm ) but not putting too much power to the pedals ( 134w ), letting my body cool off but not being totally lazy. Anyway, this guy roars like Conan the Barbarian, and comes up past me, saying "MUST TEACH FRED A LESSON" over and over again. What the hell? I'm doing a slow 16.4 mph, and this guy buzzes me real close like he's a taxi. I'd guess he was going at least 17 mph.

When he passed me, the cyclist looked back, and kind of gave me a sneer. I think he was trying to get me to do some MUP racing, but I'd already put in a pretty good day, wanted to be alert when I saw my girlfriend later, and had plans for a group ride tomorrow. So I didn't take the bait. Anyway, I continue along, wrapping up my workout, and a while later, this guy comes by again, with sweat dripping from his entire face. When he passed me this time, he screamed "I LAPPED YOU, FRED FOOL!" I yelled back "ok." He seemed to take that as a provocation, and said something about his friends elbow and pavement.

Just as I was leaving the park, I saw this guy come by one more time. He reached down and grabbed a can of Coke from the bottle cage, and opened it while he was flying down the path, but the soda kind of blew up. The rider was so startled he crashed. He was yelling at the coke can for being an idiot, not holding its line, this and that, then picked the soda can up and said "I just introduced you to my friend Pavement."