I passed this chap up a climb, I'd been reeling him in for a while and he was moving reasonably quickly. We let on and I went in front, I heard him snick the gears and knew he'd picked up my wheel. We then rode about 2-3 miles into a headwind with me setting a fairly quick pace. I didn't mind, quite happy for him to be there.
As we dropped down into a village (where I was going to turn off and start a big assed climb), I relaxed and stopped pedalling to have a bit of a rest as we went downhill. I heard him change gear and he came alongside, looked at me and then went in front, quickly.
As he pulled away he put his right hand down by his thigh, palm facing towards me, and opened and closed his hand quickly a couple of times.
Was it…
a) Haha, I've dropped you.
b) Thanks for the tow.
c) Jesus, that was slow.
d) You ride like a Belgium champion, weaned on the roads and raised on the cobbles, I am not worthy.
e) What a complete bell end.