I got off the train, hopped on the bike, and thought to myself,
“What a nice Friday for a relaxing commute to work”
At the first T-junction, I spied with my eyes just a few meters ahead, a fellow rider on a bike much less sleek than mine, sporting awfully color-uncoordinated florescent garb.
“Surely yours truly, on a freshly serviced bike, in tastefully selected attire, could easy ride past him without breaking a sweat”
4 minutes in, he just pulled further and further away. Just as I was ready to admit defeat, a white ute drives past me. It its wake, two riders rode on far sleeker bikes, sporting far more coordinated team jerseys and tights – at car-speeds.
So much for a relaxing ride into work. My ego drove me to work today.
One Reply to “Ego driven”
I used to get overtaken by girls on fixies with baskets.
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