So I was puting in about two hours on the bike path Friday. When I was on my way back in, I hear this guy ride up on my back wheel. He sits there for two or three miles and I took a little personal joy in his up and down shifting while I kept chugging away on the fg at +/- 20 mph.

Then, without warning I hear "Hey, that's pretty impressive!" He pulls up next to me on the path and starts telling me that he looked down at my cassette to see what gear I was pushing and realized I only had one gear. He was riding the full on seven Ti frame with the woundup fork. His was a nice bike. He was personable enough so I sat up and we rode side by side discussing fixed gears, the ride of his seven and how nice it was to meet a cool person on the bike path. We rode together until his exit then I put the hammer down to get back home in time for dinner.

That ride in no way erases any of the parked cars and curbs I've hit or stop signs I've fallen over at, but it was a hell of a nice ride.