Passed a fella on a proper road bike the other day on my fixie, with a cheery hello, then out paced him for half a mile or so till I felt my back tyre going flat.
I’ll admit I made sure he could see the pump being pulled out of my jersey pocket as he came back past me, just so he knew that it was merely my bike that had failed and not my body…
Although technically he will have crossed the imaginary line first, so maybe we were both winners… But slightly more Me than him of course.
It’s all about keeping the Ego intact Normally I’m being passed on the fixie which of course means I am riding my excuse and they will have noticed the lack of sprockets from the rear, making their victory somewhat hollow, and means any passes I make carry double points for me… Yay