Last month I rode back home at a relaxing pace, returning from a very satisfying few rounds on my local mountainbike track. The ride back is around 15 miles and is over paved roads. 5 miles away from my house, I was waiting at a traffic light when a roadie stopped next to me, only to look at my dirty old bike with a face of disguise, and not even the slightest intention to return my joyfull "Hello, are you enjoying your ride today?".
Light turned green so we took off. He blasted away and thought he would never see me in life. I thought, it's only another 5 miles, why not have some fun with this fellow. For a while we rode at top speed with only a gap of 50 metres between us. He was trying to get rid of me, but failed. After a few miles, literally around the corner where I live, roadie decided to pull over, step off his bike and fiddle with his ultralight pedal.
Even under the shower I had a grin from ear to ear