Just a short 20 miler. We started out later than I wanted and then after riding a few miles, my stomach didn't feel so good. I guess the mojito and glass of sangria, along with steak frites last night, just was too much for my usually healthier eating habits. But my legs felt strong and I actually rode much faster than usual. When we were about half done, I was riding down a short hill and DH was a bit in front. I felt a guy behind me, trying to catch me. It took him awhile, but he did. Now, I know better than to judge someone's fitness by the way their body looks or the type of bike he has. But, this guy was struggling, red in the face, and looked out of shape. He came right up behind me, passed me and kind of scowled at me. He got beside DH, who first thought it was me. DH decided to just keep going his speed instead of kicking it up, but the guy could not keep up. He told DH that, "he couldn't try anymore." So, he starts sliding back, trying to get in the gap between us, with no signal or vocal cue. I felt like I was being "cut" in line at school. By this time, we were starting up a little rise. Since he was already out in the middle of the road (no cars around), I pushed the pace just a little and the guy was out of my view, in seconds.
He really pissed me off. He was just rude and it seemed like he was upset that a "girl" was in front of him. Oh well. It certainly got me going.