Beating People on the commute who have a better bike

Oooooh, you little minx! You* want* people to follow you!

Lies! When people give me flirty/pervy looks at lights I feel massively awkward and ride away as fast as possible!

Another girl that enjoys the chase....

Settle down boys.

I ride between Mile End and Holborn most of the time, via Old Street, predictably.

you're going the wrong way, that used to be my commute. Surprised I haven't seen you.

I've always assumed if someone makes a effort to overtake me when I'm going at a reasonable clip, that they are flirting and want me to look at their bottom. Do I take it from this thread, that this isn't always the case? Damn.

i pass the GB sky team most morning on the way to work, i zoom past them an i know they are all thinking,

''hey that guy on the flith incrusted creeky bike its awsome, but we can never catch him. Why won't he join the Olympic team"

I've always assumed if someone makes a effort to overtake me when I'm going at a reasonable clip, that they are flirting and want me to look at their bottom. Do I take it from this thread, that this isn't always the case? Damn.

:)

Settle down boys.

I ride between Mile End and Holborn most of the time, via Old Street, predictably.

the old hipster spice route no less.. where that map..

seriously, bike radar commuter thread is >>>>>>>>>

I can't believe it took over 20 posts before this. Gone to the fuckin' dogs I tell ya..

With a 46 mile hilly round trip to work and back on a 46x18 i'm easy trade, but i do have mudguards (maybe people don't bother as much). But i do draw the line at mountain bikes.. they do NOT get past me.

Why is commuter racing any lamer than 'proper' road or track racing? It's all people with small penises [*] trying to prove their adequacy.

#lovesraceinghasaverysmallpenis

• may not actually be to do with penis size, but it is all about adequacy.
  

Why is commuter racing any lamer than 'proper' road or track racing?

Because the people you race against on the track want to be in a race, and are governed by the same rules as you, competing over a defined course, time and distance and with a defined end point and means of judging the victor. It's the difference between a boxing match and common assault.

This thread is contributing to the levels of undignified cycling in London, which is already at critical levels.

I am disappoint LFGSS.

...and obligatory Bikeradar>>>>>>>>

"Beating People on the commute who have a better bike"

I have yet to meet someone with a better bike, just sayin' - Purple glitter paint >> lycra.

That is all.

^hah, was wondering how long it would take for that to happen

I will beat you all in a fight.

Come at me bro

Alright d4vid...

I will beat you all in a fight.

Come at me bro

6th Floor are up for that.

I'll take the 7th floor and all the others up to penthouse level too if you like.

why don't we just settle this like grown ups?

*le skid off

Can we have trader rep with floor numbers?

Skully recently told me a funny story about one of his commutes.
As you probably all know Skully is the proud owner of a Pinarello that used to belong to Alan Lord-Sugar, the failed PC salesman. How Skully came by this bike is a funny story too but it will have to wait for another day. Anyway Skully is none too keen on being overtaken when he is out on the Sugar Pin, as he calls it, and has a tendency to react rather badly.
One morning he was pootling up the OKR when he was passed by what's commonly known as a 'nodder' wearing 'flouro' and a 'helmet' riding a 'hybrid'. In an instant Skully's dander was up and he gave chase using all of the 13 gears at his disposal. The poor guy he was chasing hadn't a clue so was bit surpirsed when Skully pulled alongside and started shouting "Swords in to ploughshares". (I admit I don't really know why he was shouting that but it's as unwise to interrupt Skully when he is telling a story as it is to overtake him on the road). So, screaming his odd phrase Skully starts edging the bloke towards the kerb, "squeezing him like a ripe peach" as he put it, until the chap had no choice but to stop. Skully pulls over and lifts his bike above his head with one hand and makes a crude masturbatorial gesture with the other while the bloke just stares open mouthed. Then Skully's on his way again and all's right with the world.
He's a card is Skully and you never know what he'll get up to next. Chapeau! I say.

*actual shaking-shoulders *bits**

must spread rep.
I'm going to report you for being too funny instead.

I used to get cycle rage and go after every car that aggravated me.

But I have never sought to take on fellow two wheeler... apart from the time when the barclays bikes first came out and while jogging I always had to prove that I could run faster than them.

There is a pattern here, but it eventually landed me in A&E.

Moral: Beating people on the commute is like Batman deciding he should KILL. It makes you one of them.

...List?

You rang?