Beating People on the commute who have a better bike

last night got dropped by another cyclist on a cotic roadrat, his legs were fncking huge - it was like he had two entire sea lions squeezed into his 3/4length bibshorts

it was funny because clearly the couple of short sprints took a fair bit out of him, he had disappeared into the distance but found him again a couple of junctions later resting on his top tube and handle bars waiting for the lights to change

am assuming he was a serious cyclist as opposed to my comedy, shits n giggles approach to riding a bike

I take great pleasure in never being overtaken on the daily commute by other cyclists. I seem to be the only fixie on my route and get a lot of satisfaction out of passing geared riders of all types on the hills on the way to work.
I don't care if they are on a recovery ride, I am always recovering from my weekend epic. I still don't get passed even when my legs are like lead. It's a good feeling to always push myself to my limit, and using another rider as a "goal" something to pass keeps me motivated to work harder on every ride. I don't gloat, a simple nod is all you'll get from me. these are only my daily personal challenges to myself.

The other day I was walking through the tunnel and Finsbury Park tube, and a diminutive woman sporting unweildy heels launched and 'attack' and 'dropped' me. A suit joinied the breakaway and sat in her draft. I didn't have a hope and they both beat me to the Oyster reader, and took the glory of a top deck seat on the W7 bus.

Its usually good to use a chubby banker as a leadout man. The pack can get pretty stretched in the tunnels.

The pack can get pretty stretched in the tunnels.

watch out for teenagers chatting ahead, decide whether you should risk salmoning up the other lane...

Today I had the best bike on my commute, and nobody beat me either. how's that work?

The other day I was walking through the tunnel and Finsbury Park tube, and a diminutive woman sporting unweildy heels launched and 'attack' and 'dropped' me. A suit joinied the breakaway and sat in her draft. I didn't have a hope and they both beat me to the Oyster reader, and took the glory of a top deck seat on the W7 bus.

dead set, this is the best form of commuter racing. Fucking love speed pedestrianising in peak hour, finding the gap and racing ahead. Shits me when you come across the formerly unseen tourist dragging a large suitcase, no way round, just no way round man, arrrgh...

Some ladies in stilettos can really haul, dunno how they do it.

3 or more teenage girls in a line through is a sure way to lose time ... they always walk soo slowly.

Cruising to work this morning and some Brompton riding Forstman wannabe decided to make it his mission to force me to stare at his fat arse jiggling over the speed bumps by overtaking then slowing to a crawl, thus forcing me to pass him again and again even at my gentle pace. I now know men get cellulite too. And I got slightly nauseated and thought of this gem of a thread before some twat in a mercedes decided to give me a push start with his bumper at a junction and gave me something more vital to concern myself with.

I hope that this Brompton sponsored speed demon's victory saw him through the rest of the day and gave him a sparkling hint of achievement and satisfaction to compensate for not being able to see his penis without a mirror.

I hope it provides all of you blessed rush hour racing champs this joy and another event to add to your already glittering palmares.

Chapeau to you, each and every one....

Try racing someone, you may like it. Can be fun as long as both people aren't being dicks and know how far to push it.

Had an ace encounter today ... some geezer on a Specialized Tarmac vs my 1970s pug.

I grunted up the hill before my house carefully matching his pace ... and then overtaking at the roundabout before having a fuck off race down hill taking up both lanes ... we were both grinning like idiots.

Good fun was had by all ... however due to my Jan Ullrich like leg strength I need to get a new set of pedals.

The best race was in Soton ... I was in Tesco Uniform on my Specialized Allez sport 2004 and there was some really skinny guy on a Pinarello in full on lycra ... we both cycled like twats for about 4 miles until I had to turn off to go to work ... good fun.

"Good fun was had by all ... however due to my Jan Ullrich like leg strength I need to get a new set of pedals"

yeah, and then you woke up in bed.....

Hi!

Past 2 trips along the canal - see other cyclist in distance, maintain my pace, pass other cyclist with plenty of room, other cyclist takes as personal slight of their manhood, decides to chase, I maintain my pace, they chase for a few miles then give up and drop off...

weak!

am assuming he was a serious cyclist as opposed to my comedy, shits n giggles approach to riding a bike

it that what you call your bike tourettes?

Great pleasure is to be derived from beating chaps on motorised cycles on your 70s Koga-Miyata. Had a great race with a fellow on a CBR-600 one day, very very close until we got out of the traffic a bit and he took off on the bigger stretches between traffic lights.

new here, just finished reading all 7 pages, bloody awsome!!!!!

Motorized cycles? I thought those were only in 3rd world countries. Sheesh.

fuck me.

you fucken commute racing dorks should have a punchup with all of the fifth floor spacks.
hopefully everyone will get hurt.

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^that's rich. I seem to remember you challenging me to a quick ride back from my first ever south beers. I also remember having to turn bak on ourselves in New Cross to pick up your lungs.

Every time i cycle to work and save £1.90 on a tube ride, I make sure to increase my life insurance

Who knows?

well, no one except for you, because shared links to searches don't work with the forum software

Today I will be on quite a nice bike, and riding slowly. Here's your chance, people on not-as-nice bikes of Bethnal Green and Shoreditch

If I am overtaken by a faster fellow, I sometimes try to stay with him, because I feel safer riding in a group than on my own with all the cars around.

I had a lovely read of the Metro on the Central Line today.
#winner #iamfasterthanyou

Using public transport takes me 20 minutes longer than riding.

Because I am a fixie skidder and in awe of people on nice bikes I have to beat them off or supply other sexual gratification to them if their bike is more 531 than mine.

If I am overtaken by a faster fellow, I sometimes try to stay with him, because I feel safer riding in a group than on my own with all the cars around.

As an aside is there any research about this?

I only ask because I'd say the times I'm most frequently 'buzzed' is when I'm being drafted by another cyclist and the car driver 'can't see' more than one cyclist at a time, overtakes the one behind and pulls towards me without looking.

Is it just me?

Olaf

You would be safer jerking them off to the side of the road.