Camped for a week just south of Bloomington Indiana. Of course had to check out the LBS's. Figured it'd be a great place since Breaking Away was filmed here. Been looking for a used road bike for the BF as he's not convinced this is his sport even though it's definitly his GF's sport. First shop was great. Gave me some 30 - 50 mile routes to ride, etc. Second shop, I asked if they did organized rides since we'd be there for the week. Hottie behind the counter says "not supported by the shop but yes with the Bloomington Bicylce Club and they even have one tonight". Jerk behind counter looks at me and says, "Yeah, but they ride really fast".

I was pissed! How fast is fast? What gives you the right to say that without asking me how fast I ride? You've never seen me ride! Argh!!! I hope you choke on that peanut butter sandwich you're making!

Hottie behind counter obviously picked up on my vibe and said "um, he means they try to kill themselves on the ride"

Was I just a hormonal B---H or what?