Ah the weather is nice, it's bike to work week and the snotty racer boys are out in number. Yesterday, one passes me with a vengeance. Click, click. I'm on his wheel. He looks back. Whaaaaaa? Ups the pace. I'm on his wheel like a fly on flypaper. Nothing they hate more than a geeky commuter sucking their wheel. Push harder, racer boy. It's going to take more than that to shake me off your wheel. Stand up. Stand up and sprint for me racer boy. Sprint like a monkey. Haha. You're not as fast as you thought eh. Racers aren't the only fast ones out here. Yeah, turn off, chicken. Turn off. I got your number.