Competitive juices kicked in this morning. Five road cyclists came up behind me at a red light, right after I had pulled out of the BP station (picked up a sandwich to take for lunch). I'm on my hybrid commuter with full bags. The guys looked serious. When the light turned green those guys saw nothing but my dust. I feel a little guilty -- they never had a chance. Two of the guys caught me 3 miles up as I waited for a light and waved as they turned right.

Geez, I'm feeling good and cocky. Someone needs to knock me down a few notches. I dropped a friend of mine this past Saturday on a road ride. He's been dropping me for 12 years. At one point, he said "Man, you're hammering" -- and I looked down to see that I was doing 28 mph, then kicked it up some more. We were riding into the wind, on a flat. When he finally caught up to me, he said "OK, whoever you are, what did you do with Steve?".

Maybe all this commuting I have been doing the last two years is paying off!

OK, someone hand me a pin to pop my huge ego!!!