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I am a spaz. That right there isn’t even worth blogging because it isn’t even news. I think strangers pick up on that fact just by looking at me for the first time. There was this though, it happened on Monday and made me laugh.

I ride my bike a lot; it’s pretty much my only mode of transportation. I ride it enough that I’m fairly competent and in good shape. I can, in short, haul some ass and am faster than most anyone I encounter on the roads in my daily travels. There are some though that are just as fast and even faster than I. I detest these people because they kick some switch in my brain located deep in the darkest most immature regions, and when this switch is hit my competitive side comes screaming out. I will tax my body to its limits to ensure one of these equally fast or faster cyclists stays behind me or I’ll go slightly beyond my limits just to pass them. Then once I pass them I tap into some stupid lactic acid burning zone that I hate. Don’t get me wrong I like winning, I love passing people and smoking them, that’s all totally great, but I also like a nicely paced ride that doesn’t make me sort of feel like vomiting when I get off the bike (this is admittedly a rare occurrence but it does happen).

In somewhat related news, well it will be soon just hold tight, I got a new bike light called the Flare 5. This, presumably because it has, count them, one, two, three, four, five, LED’s. I like this light. One of its features is that rather than just pointing light straight ahead it also allows for some diffuse light around the sides.

On Monday I was riding and a guy, one of these as fast or faster folks, arrived at a red light after me. One look at him and I knew it was on. One look at him and I also realized there was no way I wanted to lose to him, this mainly because he was wearing glasses. I hate dudes that wear glasses when they ride their bike. I wear glasses but I do not ride them when I ride. This is an irrational hang up that I think I’m unable to explain, but just know it draws a serious ire from me to see a dude wearing glasses while riding a bike. The light turned green and off I went. He also has a bike light which I can see to the left of my bike on the pavement we were flying over. It was close which meant he was sucking my tire. We did this for awhile him matching my accelerations and finally in both an effort to get to where I was going, but also just ditch this asshole, I took a right and zigzagged until I got stuck at another light. Now who would you guess rolls up behind me? It did just dawn on me, as I’m typing this, that I took a very indirect route to this light and he rolled up some 30 seconds later. Good for me for gapping him by 30 seconds. Anyway, we wait for the light to turn green and when it does we’re off again. I’m really hammering a hard pace as his light is not abating from its spot to the left of my bike. As I’m racing I realize that his light is synced up with the pulsing from my light. I think about this for a second and then experimentally put my hand over my light. His light goes out. I remove my hand and his light reappears. I do this two more times and realize the only person I’ve been racing, maybe for this whole ride, was myself.


Well what more did you want