Epic fail

ha @ horatio

I like to pass people with one hand while adjusting my shorts or my helmet straps.

Passing sitting upright with your hands by your sides (off the bars) is always a good way to show your superior cycling prowess. Perhaps lighting a cigarette whilst passing would be a little more impressive still.

@Horatio, Double Ha

One time just heading south on NKR after E&C I was feeling really good, like I couldn't be passed by anyone. And then a guy passed me doing a wheelie on my inside. Later he jumped a curb and went around the 453 while I was forced to stop and wait. He was, and always will be, my nemesis.

It's all about overtaking people while adjusting your mirror.

I had a roadie tree frog pass me last week, going like the clappers he was too. So I did my best spin like a Tazmanian devil to catch him. Took a few seconds to grab some oxygen and went for it past him.
Bastard waited till I was alongside then took off like a rocket. I managed to keep him within range for another mile but by heck he was fast. He pulled out a good 200m gap on me before I conceded defeat.
Anyway a while later I saw him look back at me then turn off.
It just so happened that it was my turn off home too. So as I round the corner there he is tucked away by the hedge on the pavement off his carbon multigeared thing coughing his lungs up.
I took a deep breath and gave a cheery, and not at all breathless, "lovely evening" before panting off towards home.

Passing sitting upright with your hands by your sides (off the bars) is always a good way to show your superior cycling prowess. Perhaps lighting a cigarette whilst passing would be a little more impressive still.

I cant ride no-handed :(

Commuter/nodder racing is funny. I go with the pass, let them draft, then big ring pain cave up a hill. I maintain I can climb most hills faster and more steadier on my steel, 1950's fixed gear, than on my aluminium, 2 year old geared road bike...

I like it when I catch up to someone, and then, when they don't expect it, I go around them and pedal really hard.

Stop! You doing it wrong :-)
If it happens that I'm faster, I'd pedal really hard right behind them and relax in their view. That freaks people out, when they see someone overtaking them without an effort.

You're all doing it wrong.

You have part of your team pressure them into over exerting themselves. You then draft your quickest sprinter up beside them, and attack when they look least ready for it (without farting).

My commute to work is reassuringly expensive for a bike commute* :)

(*had to cancel the Mavic wheel car since the recession kicked in)

I have a coaster brake, but I pretend is fixed.
I coast behind them and downhill when they can't see me. It doesn't make any sound unlike the freewheel.

I had a roadie tree frog pass me last week, going like the clappers he was too. So I did my best spin like a Tazmanian devil to catch him. Took a few seconds to grab some oxygen and went for it past him.
Bastard waited till I was alongside then took off like a rocket. I managed to keep him within range for another mile but by heck he was fast. He pulled out a good 200m gap on me before I conceded defeat.
Anyway a while later I saw him look back at me then turn off.
It just so happened that it was my turn off home too. So as I round the corner there he is tucked away by the hedge on the pavement off his carbon multigeared thing coughing his lungs up.
I took a deep breath and gave a cheery, and not at all breathless, "lovely evening" before panting off towards home.

That's brilliant! Not that I'd ever do this myself obviously, but I find it's always a good idea to get a multitool out and look busy just in case...

About an hour ago I was riding down regent street with one hand in my pants briefly trying to sort out some chaffing, when I spotted what i though was my turn off and swung a quick left the wrong way down a one way street, right in front of two coppers on MTBs who shouted like hell for me to stop. They let me off with a warning.

About an hour ago I was riding down regent street with one hand in my pants briefly trying to sort out some chaffing, when I spotted what i though was my turn off and swung a quick left the wrong way down a one way street, right in front of two coppers on MTBs who shouted like hell for me to stop. They let me off with a warning.

For wanking in the street?

'It doesn't matter what you wear....just as long as you are there, so come on......'

I had a roadie tree frog pass me last week, going like the clappers he was too. So I did my best spin like a Tazmanian devil to catch him. Took a few seconds to grab some oxygen and went for it past him.
Bastard waited till I was alongside then took off like a rocket. I managed to keep him within range for another mile but by heck he was fast. He pulled out a good 200m gap on me before I conceded defeat.
Anyway a while later I saw him look back at me then turn off.
It just so happened that it was my turn off home too. So as I round the corner there he is tucked away by the hedge on the pavement off his carbon multigeared thing coughing his lungs up.
I took a deep breath and gave a cheery, and not at all breathless, "lovely evening" before panting off towards home.

awesome!

racing's for idiots.
I've seen that jackass with the helmet cam a few times.

^^ jealous

racing's for idiots.
I've seen that jackass with the helmet cam a few times.

you are very true. racing is utterly pathetic.

it is pathetic in as much as life is pathetic. Waking up is pathetic.

you are very true. racing is utterly pathetic.

"Lotta people go through life doing things badly. Racing's important to men who do it well. When you're racing, it's life. Anything that happens before or after is just waiting."

Great quote.

you are very true. racing is utterly pathetic.

Its fun though. And that is the main thing. Adds an edge to ones commute.

Its fun though. And that is the main thing. Adds an edge to ones commute.

exactly, plus it makes the miles go quicker and you get fitter cause that cyclist in the distance is a target.

Go past, a little adjust of the bag maybe check you nails for dirt or something similar then rocket off.

Doesn't a 'race' require at least two people? You're assuming the people you overtake are racing you back when really in the majority of cases they couldn't care less. Maybe try 'racing' down at Hearne Hill where people will 'race' you back?