Sometimes you gotta love other commuters. Yesterday – riding – and it’s tuesday, so I do interval training on my 45 lbs commuter bike, loaded with packs. After a good session with my hear rate up into the 170+ zone ( hey I’m 56 – that’s good for me!)
I’m recovering and sure enough some eager guy FINALLY catches up to me, and won’t pass me but sits on my butt the last mile home. I should have just banged hard against his wheel and took him out, but better conduct rued the day for me. Lucky him.