I did a 30 miler on Fri, and didn't ride yesterday because of heavy rain. Today, I got out early in dense fog. It was creepy haunted house movie fog. Visibility was less than a quarter mile for most of the ride. I thought I wouldn't see another cyclist, but at the turn around, I could see a guy approaching, about to turn onto the road I was on. I knew being that close behind, he would be trying to catch me, and although I was on my cross bike, I decided it would be fun to play rabbit for Easter. 
I kept him off for a few miles. I'd look back and see I was dropping him, then next time I looked he'd be closer. I know every crack in the road, and knew my best chance of losing him was where the road turns into a giant pothole infestation (I can ride over potholes really well for some reason. If I have a cycling "gift", it's this). I gunned it there, and sure enough, couldn't see him when I looked back. Then, not so far later, there he was, on my right.
I told him I was trying, and he said I was flying. I was glad he was on a road bike, no shame being passed by a Cervelo.
He asked if I'm a racer. I know how this works, it's what you say to ease the blow, but still, one for the ego.
The he dropped me.
Awesome ride. Really fun. Loved the weather, and the sport.
'02 Eddy Merckx Fuga, Selle An Atomica
'85 Eddy Merckx Professional, Selle An Atomica
'10 Soma Double Cross DC, Selle An Atomica
Slacker on wheels.