No, no...this was along the lakefront bike "path." Sort of like a road, but much ****tier. He had nothing to do with me. I don't do no wussy group rides.

I sort of knew there was someone behind me from the panting but I couldn't really tell how far behind, since he seemed to catch up and fall back periodically...

I also couldn't tell if it was a small or big hole until it was too late.

I think if I were on my old aluminum bike, I wouldn't have cared, but the Madone deserves to be handled with a gentleman's touch.