i got dusted by a guy on a mountain bike last week. i was on my road bike. i wasn't trying to race him or anything...there were these two assmonkeys, one riding a moped and swerving all over the place, the MTB guy slowed down behind them, and i just held my breath and closed my eyes and prayed and blew through them and never looked back. so i continued sprinting to the end and the guy shows up on my rear wheel...i can hear the treads of his tires going WRRBVVVVRRRRRRRR behind me and i just eased off a bit and let him get around me. i didn't have the patience to try to race this guy, and i hate it when people suck my wheel.

i usually ride fast along the path just to avoid becoming bored with the whole thing. and i usually either try to push myself to go faster for longer.

sometimes though, i will "race" people and i end up feeling pretty crappy about it...the other day i was riding and i blew by this guy on an all white bike. and i was like "OMG!! HE HAS AN ALL WHITE BIKE AND I HAVE AN ALL BLACK BIKE WE WILL RACE AND IT WILL BE COOL!!" yeah, so i dusted him, obviously he didn't care, and wasn't going to play my game. i pulled off at a bench to enjoy the view of the golden gate. he rides past me and i get a really good honest look at him. yeah, he's probably like 60 something. so now i'm thinking to myself "good job slothy, you just pwned some old geezer riding an old school road bike..." then i felt bad.

eh...i like the gunfighter analogy. there's always someone better and faster...when someone just blows past me when i'm out cruising i just think to myself "there's always a bigger fish."