i knew this story sounded familiar to me...a tale from a girl's p.o.v.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/mac...rl/406455.html

"Yesterday, I totally outbiked a brawny young cyclist without even trying. I was riding my heavy mountain bike, which is heavier still with a milk crate on the back, and even heavier still with a messenger bag and a lunch in it. He was mad as hell and probably felt emasuclated. **** him. See, I was trying to get out of the complex driveway, and he sped by just as I was about to bike out. Then all these cars came and I had to wait about two minutes. He was way out of sight. I biked up the hill and was trying to get the hill part over with, but not going especially fast. Before I knew it, he was very much in my way and I had to smugly yell out, "On your LEFT!" I then proceeded to plow past him and soon he was about 40 feet away. He tried to get around me by going on the sidewalk, but that was very stupid. The sidewalk (in front of Emily Dickinson's house, by the way) gets extremely hilly just as the street begins to decline. In addition to this, a little old man was walking the other way, and only bad bad Leroy Brown (baddest man in the whole damn town) would have run him over with a bike.

I had enough momentum to really leave him in the dust, even though the road began to be hilly again. I could tell he was pissed by the way he was looking at me and pedalling."