Lordy, ever since I joined a local race team, it seems like every time I go out for a ride on the local MUPs I'm a target.
Today, I'm out in the nice weather doing a longish zone 2 ride, about 30 miles in, passing and getting passed, and along a MUP section I go past a slower rider. OK, he starts to chase me. BFD. He gets back in front of me. Woo hoo for him. Then we start up a hill/grade (about 1 1/2% - MUP's on an old RR track), and he starts laboring and barely stays in front of me. We crest the slight hill, and I kept my power steady as he died off and I went right past him.
About 30 seconds later, he squeezes past, cutting it deliberately close, and said, "I can do that too!" Then, he cut in front of me, ahd jammed on his brakes.
What a moron.
As we reach a stop sign to cross a road, he says something like, "All you guys think you're pros."
WTF? Wife not giving him any? Mid-life crisis? Realizes he's never going to be anyone?
Idjits like that make me WANT to be out in rush-hour traffic.