It was chilly here (61 degrees) when I rode at dawn, but the pavement was dry & the skies clear. I was aboard my Lovely Pink Luna (Mary, named after my late mom), so even though I had a killer earache/sore throat, I could ride effortlessly. The bike is just that wonderful. Anyway, I encountered a jerk near the end of my ride. He tried the old "let's try to intimidate the girl" by taking more than his half out of the middle of the trail and glaring at me when I was trying to pass a jogger in my lane (Mr. Nasty was headed south, I was headed north). I knew he was trouble when I saw him in a regular t-shirt, tucked into his lycra shorts, and his knees were flapping out from the pedals (Coach Troy would've shuddered). Anyway, I encountered him at just north of an intersection with a busy road--the point where I turn around and head back toward home. I had a bad feeling he was doing the same, so I tried to put some distance between us. He ended up catching up after about a mile and drafting, uninvited, so I said in a not-so-pleasant croak (sore throat Demi Moore voice), "get around me." He did. Well, he was ahead of me for maybe 500 years because there was a hill coming up. Up he goes out of the saddle. The hill isn't THAT steep, so I easily dropped him. He never caught up. Mr. Wonderful got dropped by a under-the-weather chick wearing pink (team terry) arm warmers and riding a PINK bike. How's the for the final indignity? Because he was such a jerk, I didn't feel the least guilty in being so smug about leaving him in my dust. This summer cold/flu bug is making me surly!!