The ride home was like this:
It's in the 80s. And humid. Maybe I shouldn't have been trying to catch, pass, and/or drop everything on two wheels. I went by a couple of teens who were standing well off the MUP. One of them yells, "Whoa! Whoa! Slow down there!"
I was only doing 20. I did an S-turn and spooled up to 25 for a little while.
(Keep in mind the MUP I ride is largely open, traffic-wise. Not like a crowded city MUP.)