That roadie must have been weak sauce. I've won so many races, I've lost count of my winning streak. My last competitor even took the sidewalk while jumping the reds, but he still lost to me. He turned right... he must have been tired. I sure showed him. A week or so ago I saw a roadie with bibs. He was pretty scrawny. Unfortunately, I was at a full stop when he buzzed by. I should have chased after him wearing my bookbag, but I was so close to my destination, and I don't think he even saw me. I probably would've ripped him to pieces.