Originally Posted by elTwitcho

I was dead dog ass tired this morning, took a really casual ride into work this morning. Rode on the flats of my road bars the whole way, didn't have the energy to exert myself at all. For about a block I hear this awful squeaking racket coming up behind me, getting progressively louder. As he passes me, it's this brutally rusted out mountain bike with huge knobbies and some guy pedalling like a madman and not making great speed while doing it. As he passes me, he throws back a defiant look and then pedals off even harder. Apparently you're not allowed to ride a "fast" bike without being in an informal race with everyone on the road... I guess I lost?

That said, it was a pleasant, gentle commute the entire way in. Didn't push hard just went with the flow