I was on a business trip to Seattle and the hotel was next to a great bike trail. I wanted to ride but was not prepared. The guy at the front desk of the hotel that rented me a POS Steel, beach cruiser and mentioned a town where the bike path started. That town was about 20 miles away. So i got on the trail wearing a helmet that looked like a mushroom on my head, a light jacket, casual shorts and black socks with casual shoes. I was a sight to see. I came around a turn and had two guys on carbon Canondales in front of me. I busted my @ss to catch up to them. As I passed them, I mentioned i started back at the first town and asked how far does the trail goes? Also, is there a limit on how fast you're supposed to go on the trail? With that, I took off and the chase was on! I bust a gut keeping the pace but finally succumbed to the steel and rolling hills. The guys on the Canondales kept up but were spent. I spoke with them as we slowed. I found out they were really from the first town I mentioned and were much relieved when I told them I was on the trail for minutes before passing them. They said that they could not let a Fred drop them!!! I was the poser...but a Fred Poser.