Look up. That thing passing above you head is the point of my post. I wasn't trying to drop him, although I am sure I could have. He was the one trying to lose me, and he couldn't despite summoning all the testosterone he could muster. I purposefully shadowed him as he tried to flex his Freddy cajones.


And FYI, my road bike is custom ti job built by a local, sole proprietor, and it's fly as hell. Don't be hatin' just because you cannot (or won't) spend some coin on a top-notch product designed and built by one who is a master of his trade and an true artist.