Beating People on the commute who have a better bike

i normally avoid pointless ego-tussles with fluro pricks but yesterday coming back along wimbledon parkside rd a fat youth on a cheap racer pulled out ahead, despite having ridden 3 hard laps of the park i though i would easily pass him only he seemed to be pulling away, his cheap tracky bottoms flapping in the breeze and trainered feet tharashing randomly on his flat pedals.
an increase in smooth cadence from me only maintained the distance between us, how very dare you! you callow uncouth oik!
i had to result to entering the pain cave, the hurt locker, the cavern of agony to beat the fat little shit.

sorry it went a bit bikegaydar therer.

PWND by the asbo. no shame there he was probably feeling from a minor felony or had run out of fags