I ride one of two heavy steel bikes with, fat tires, racks and bags to work. I have more of a Grant Peterson philosophy about riding bikes. I’m just out to get to where I’m going and hopefully enjoy the ride. However, sometimes I get passed by a kitted up roadie, or the like, and find it amusing when I end up passing them in the root heaved path section in the woods or some of the big hills along my journey. They always make a point of “winning” as they pass again on flat smooth ground while recovering their ego.