This afternoon I went for a 50 km ride. Because it had been raining all day and the roads were muddy I decided to take my hybrid bike. After 10 kms or so I saw a cyclist on his racing bike riding in front of me. It didn't take me long before I cought up with him. And boy wasn't he amused.

He started to increase his speed, and every time he looked behind him he saw me smiling at him. Twenty minutes later his head looked like a purple bowlingbal. I decided to make a left turn, because I didn't wanted him to get a heart attach... Tsssssss...

I've noticed before that especially men in their fifties don't take it too well when women can easily follow their pace. And oh horror especially when she rides a plain hybrid...