I just remembered a cycling related embarrassing moment. Many years ago I was riding as a guest with a club that had three guys on it who were all invited to try out for the Olympic Road Team. These guys were good. In any event, at the time I was a pretty good sprinter, but had no stamina. So, we're doing the sprint to the speed limit sign kind of thing while out on the road, and I actually won a few of them. I start getting cocky and running my mouth. I'm saying stuff like, "What's so hard about riding in a group? I don't get all of the talk about how it takes years to adjust to racing dynamics." I'm being a real pain in the arse. Well, just as we come into town and are starting to pass a group of very attractive young women... and, yes.... most of us were looking and hoping they were looking back, the strongest rider Tony does me in. He pulls up along side me and says, "You want to know what's so hard about learning to ride in a group?" I look over at him and sneer, "Nothing that I can see is hard at all." He then reaches over and pulls the back of my cycling shorts down over the back of my seat so my bare arse is exposed and I can't easily get the shorts back up. Then he says, "Learning how to deal with stuff like this is hard." He glides away laughing, while all those attractive young women are pointing and laughing too. From that day on, the only bragging I did was in my head so no one else could hear it. I felt two inches tall as I had been schooled by someone who actually knew 10 times more than what I thought I knew.