I have a funny story. I had a recovery ride yesterday (ultra, ultra easy ride). I and my friend were just ridding chatting about best and worst alcohol drinks. I think we came to a conclusion that Tequila is pretty messed up. We pass this guy on an old bike. Anyway we stop at red light, it turns green. We continue in to park entrance. So the entrance is one way street with ranger booth on the left and then one way street leading out of the park. So over sudden we see this guy pedaling his heart out on that street (ridding wrong way on one way street). Gets in front of us (didn't look back), still trying to maintain the speed. We are still just chilling, and talking about different brands of alcohol. After few dosen feet he slows down, right before we pass him we saw this glidding parachute on the field to our left. So we pulled over to see what was going on. Never did figure it out. The guy was just standing on the ground in full jumping gear (even a helmet), pickups up wind with his chute so that it's pulling him. Then lets it go, and it falls to the ground. Maybe he was practicing or something?
So every one wins. He felt better for winning a race in which only he was competing. I got a chucle of him doing it.