Moments of shame are relative, I guess. This fall I was 70 miles into a century when a couple of young pups slowly drew past me. As they pulled ahead, one of them remarked, "Good job!"
I thought, "if I was doing a good job, you'd never have caught me!" But I wasn't willing to push any harder so I just mustered up the cheeriest "thanks!" that I could manage. I need to train harder next year! Well, that and ride the wonderbike more.