2 things inevitably happen when I ride:
1. I see someone and I want to catch up to them.
2. I see someone and I don't want them to catch up to me.
(kinda social and anti-social at the same time)
But here's where I reward myself handsomely:
When I ride like someone is chasing me even when there's no one there.
It's a total head game.
...then in the parking lot I find out that they really were there and they just couldn't catch me.
...then I find out that it's the guy's first day back on the bike after a month-long recovery from an injury.
So who's chasing you to make you go faster? Is it a real person?
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