Just a rant to get off my chest, to an audience of fellow bike dorks. There are probably other threads just like this, sorry.
I commute about 32 pretty flat miles a day, round trip. I'm not trying to kill myself, but yeah I go a teensy bit fast. And with 15 miles each way, I do indulge in lycra, even though I'd rather wear normal cloths. But, you know, my family jewels are much happier in lycra.

My gripe: I think since I dress semi-Fredly, I find myself in "races" I'm not aware I'm partaking in. Usually I don't mind, but this morning I was yo-yo ing with a complete yo-yo. He rode super dangerously around intersections, buzzed pedestrians, and cars. Unfortunately I found myself passing him on every incline, where he would then proceed to "half-wheel" me (overlap his front wheel with my rear), but not pass me. So either I tell him to go on ahead or he pulls some sketchy maneuver to pass me again. Inevitably I pass him on some tiny incline once again, and the process is repeated. The wannabe commuter racers don't annoy me sooo bad (I don't mind if someone drafts me, if I know they're there). But this overlapping wheels moron was the worst!
Don't be this guy!
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Quick survey?
Would you rather hear a friendly "good morning" if being passed, than a gruff "on your left"?
Do you enjoy talking to fellow commuters for a few blocks if we're going roughly the same pace?
I you happen to get passed, is your manhood/womanhood intact?
If you pass someone, is your manhood/womanhood the same as before?

If you answered 'yes' to all of these questions, you're alright by me.
Happy ridin'