I had an uneventful morning commute, but during the evening one, something funny happened. This guy on a Trek who has ridden up to me before, chatted and took turns pulling for several miles, went straight past me tonight. I didn't hear him coming, and couldn't catch his draft. He never got that far away, and I kept trying to catch up to him. Then, I looked behind me, and there was a guy coming up fast on a Cervelo time trial bike. This guy looked like a pro, and I didn't even try to catch his draft. But, I stayed within yards of the 2 of them long enough to see the guy on the Trek look back, know he was about to be passed by Mr. Cervelo, and turn to avoid it! The funny part was he pulled into a parking lot, made a loop, and just as he was coming back out (after the other guy was by), I was there with a big smile on my face. BUSTED!

The passer becomes the passed. So it was written.