My sentiments exactly. But then, after a few minutes of watching that roadie lollygagging in front of me, I have to ask myself "WWJD"? (That is, "What Would Jamie Do?". Jamie is my riding buddy.) And of course, the answer to that question is that Jamie would turn himself inside out to pass that guy; I feel obligated to try to live up to his example.

This week, it was an older guy on a Lemond road bike. And by "older guy", I mean somebody about my age, or maybe a couple years older. So, he was up ahead, pulled away a little, then I reeled him in again. Decided to pass him, and "put the hammer down". And he was right on my wheel. I gave it my best for about four miles, and he was on me like flypaper. Finally, I had to slow down because of MUP traffic(not to mention the fact that I was toasted!). When it cleared, I waved him by, and he thanked me for the pull. I told him I should have known better than to try to pass a roadie on my (slick tired) mountain bike! All in good fun. The silly commuter racing rules rock.