Speaking of Roadies and racing other riders on the street...

A few years back I passed a female type person, who rode a bike that cost more than most people's cars and who wore the very latest in professional tights.

As I started up the HILL FROM HELL, which, up until then I believed I owned, she passed me with ease and a gorgeous smile.

I tried to catch her but she pulled steadily away.

When she got about 200 yards ahead of me, she turned left, in a U turn, but stopped at mid point of the turn and held a perfect, effortless track stand...again with the gorgeous smile.

Then she went back down hill at about 50 miles per hour and I never saw her again...except in my dreams.

What a smile.