Getting passed ... why do I dislike it so much?
This summer on the return leg of a 55 mile ride on my fixie I realized someone was on my tail. I thought he was trying to pass me so I sped up and kept my pace more so than if no one was behind me. Turns out he was drafting me. After about 5 miles this guy passes me and says you can draft me for a while like I was you. I barely had the breath to say: "I would but I can't keep up". He totally smoked me and he was on a mountain bike with a straight bar! AGH! I kept him in sight for the next 5 miles. I fantasized about catching up and passing him but it never happened. Must have been his legs and gears.
I'm thinking come spring my old MTB with slicks is gonna get on the road again.