It seems that the "freds" of the cycling world seem to be the most competitive. I'll go out on a weekend mock century ride and come up behind these lycra clad wannabes, and as soon as they see me they kick it up a bit like they were asleep or something. They just keep glancing back every minute checking out the distance. I just cruise along until they finally blowup and pull of to the shoulder of the road. It seems like the lowracer just screams, "race me" to these fellows.