The other day I was doing my daily run when I came across an overweight kid on a cheaper mountain bike. As I passed him he asked, "Wanna race?" I replied, "Ok! Go!" I didn't have a chance against someone on a bike going downhill but figured it'd be a good way to get a sprint in. Well, I took off and all I could hear was the kid's chain slipping as he tried to down shift. I ran about 20 yard and before he could catch up I yelled, "I won!" The kid was sooo pissed and screamed, "*****! I didn't say go!" I kept yelling that I won as I ran down the street.

Moral of the story? Sometimes the equipment does matter!

Now I just gotta find that kid while I'm on my bike.