I was riding sometime last week, one of my mid-week hour-long training rides on a local trail (finally free of flooding). I passed a guy on either a road with aero or tri setup, he was toodling along, I was on a mission. I passed him and he proceeded to pace me, quite closely (drafting? cheater!!!) for most of the "out" segment of my ride. I did end up going a couple of miles farther than he did (I think, he was gone when I turned around for the "back"), but dang. I kept looking back to make sure I wasn't going to cream someone trying to pass if I cut a corner off or anything, and he was allllllllways there. Never passed me, but always there. Made for an interesting/nervous 9 or 10 miles.
A couple of weeks ago on a weekend ride, this guy in a total "I'm an awesome triathlete" getup (not that he wasn't attractive...) passed me going slight grade downhill (reverse false flat) into the wind. I'm not sure what he said, it was grunted, and didn't include either "left" or "hello". He zoomed on by, not really out of sight, probably half a mile ahead and gaining. A couple miles down the road, crossing some bridges (up and over, up and over) who do I catch up to? Super awesome bright yellow triathlete man. I guess he ran out of juice. I should have given him some of my Flintstone's Vitamins...He proceeded to ride in the middle of the trail and refuse to pass anyone. I turned around and headed the other direction.
I will have to use 'chicked'... it's so appropriate.



I am not supper fast by any means, but I can hold my own. I don't usually attempt to pass someone unless I know I can maintain my passing speed. I try to not let it bother me.
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He proceeded to ride in the middle of the trail and refuse to pass anyone. I turned around and headed the other direction. 
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My training buddy had a similar problem during his interval and he asked his wheelsucker not so nicely to get the F* off his wheel.
