April 9, 2011

I like to watch the pretty bikes go by...

I often bike in Rock Creek on the weekends with a friend who is kind and clever and fun but who does have the (possibly testosterone-fueled) proclivity to take any cyclist passing us as a personal challenge, to be met with robust acceleration and chasing-down.

In contrast, I'm generally happy when passed by a serious cyclist on a serious bicycle, because, well, for them to spend big money on their fancy "racing" bike and stuff, and then to not be going faster than me – that would be a little sad, wouldn't it?

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