Dropped by a folder

I was riding to a LBS after work to check out a Cannondale Synapse I'm eyeing up. Took a route I normally avoid because of the riduolous hill on a portion of it. I saw a fellow corporate worker bee on a folder up ahead and I soon passed him easily on my mighty 700c equiped steed. The hill starts somewhat gentle with a 4%+ grade, my speed frops off and I see my folder freind regaining the gap behind me. The grade increases another couple of degrees to 8%-ish and the folder is right on my wheel, we slow even more because of the long line of cages queing up to negoitiate a narrow tunnel, but he's still on my wheel as we go through the choke point. The grade now increases again to about an even 10% and I'm in trouble big time. [EDIT: toporoute say 12.3% for 1/3 mile] The happy folder dude picks now to engage me in conversation - something about the weather, nothing about how tough the hill is, or how high do we think our heart rates are - no, just some small talk about how today is less hot than yesterday. I gasp out an attempt at pleasantries - I am seconds from my melt down point (I suck at steep hills - its a package deal split between my legs and my cardio/pulmanary systrem) and sure enough, its time for me to take my customary mid steep hill break and I pull over and unclip. Folder Fred just cruises on by like its all just a Sunday noodle ride down by the beach.

I curse him....

Later I seek solace in thinking that his folder must have some wicked low gear, that or he had the benefit of youth and years on his folder practicing just for this day....