I'm a poseur. But a friendly poseur. Last night on my trek home I spot another roadie ahead of me a bit. I kick it in to "not-as-slow-as-normal" speed to catch him.

He gives me "The Look" and as soon as I was on him to say, "Hello," he turns left onto a main road. But it was like he did it on purpose. Like, "Oh, snap. A dimwit trying to blow by me with his team kit and special little racer bike. The jerk. I'll turn here so I won't have to talk to him."

He kept peering over his shoulder with the "hairy eyeball."

Just because I race, have the kit, have the bike, doesn't mean I'm an unfriendly jerk. I hope people understand that. I love seeing others on the road.