he he.

I was riding through a park yesterday and passed a cyclist on an old beat up mountain bike.
A minute or so after I passed him, I heard the telltail shifting as we started going down a hill.
Anyhow, a few seconds later he passed me while we were riding at about 30 miles an hr and then up a hill.
A minute or so of racing and he was off blasting through the stop sign at the north entrance of washington park. egads!
I actually started laughing watching how hard he was working it. Yes, I'm an ass.
To his credit, he completely dusted me. At the end I was almost to the point of completely loosing it due to exhaustion.
30+mph on a mountain bike! yikes
I was beat nice and good.
I wonder what would have happened if we had meet up at the beginning of my weekly 200 miles not in the middle. hummmm.........