I came fizzing down off the pedestrian bridge over US50 and merged up next to a shirtless guy with a Serious Commuter setup, floppy yellow panniers and a high-set trekking bar on his MTB-with-slicks. I suppose I must have looked the business leaned over on my Ronald McDonald Cannondale, but I told him he was going to pass me up as soon as I lost my momentum, and he did.