On my way in this morning I vaguely made out the figure of a normal joe type cyclist ahead. You know the type, seat way too low, wallmart bike, just getting to work like they do every day. I guess not that much different from me except for the seat hight and I prefer older mid range name brand bikes. I guess I am trying to say that he looked like the type that would never even think about participating in a commuting forum or even realizing that he enjoys his commute as anything but the drudgery of getting to work.

Anyway, I passed him at a good clip (my normal pace) and said hello but got no response. About 1/2 mile ahead I slowly rolled to a stop light to avoid taking my foot out of the pedal. As I slowed down he smoked by me and pulled just ahead of me in the bike lane to wait for the light . It was clear he had really put the heat on after I passed him. I had a good chuckle to myself. I can certainly relate to not wanting to be passed by anyone. When the light turned he raced off like a bat out of heck only to turn off to his restaurant workplace 200 yards up the road.

That was it. I got dropped by a normal joe who then quickly retired undefeated. Unless I see him again, I will never be able to turn up the wattage on him.