Originally Posted by
urbanknight
That's nothing. When I was wearing a full on racing still outfit on my $1400 bike with custom wheels and clipless pedals, some day laborer in jeans and a flannel rode past me on his girl's Huffy with the seat too low and one half flat tire. Without labored breath, he asked me how far I was going. I panted that I was 2 miles from home. He had 6 to go. There's a reason I never made it to the Olympics. Such is life.
+1 to this too!
I was riding on the San Gabriel River Trail in SoCal one fine Sunday morning when this attractive girl blew by me on a cheap mountain bike (I was on my light roadbike). Being the idiot, I quickly pedaled up to her and suggested we ride and work together to counter the real heavy wind that was blowing that morning.
Then she expertly severed my head and handed it to me. She just destroyed my self-confidence. And then when I asked how often she rode, she replied about once every month or so when she can find the time.
Brutal? You bet it was!