Back in mid-late 80's I was riding the back bay in Newport Beach Calif. Its a flat winding road and can be technical with all the hairpin turns. I was training, riding alone at around 24MPH, then I heard this whine of tire approaching me from behind. Really too dangerous to look back so I cranked up the speed to about 26MPH, That was all I had... and the whine just kept getting louder... The guy managed to pop me and when he passed, I realized he was riding a flat bar mtn bike with knobby tires. What an animal!! I never seen anyone like that since that time.

I realized then that there will always be someone who is going to be faster than you no matter how fast or good you may be. The bad boy (silver haired) managed to pop me hands down. I swear he was going around 28MPH...

I just toot around these days... I'm more than okay with that.