What's Up, Old Man

Boulder never stops amazing me. You should have seen how fast this old, grey guy was riding today. He was on this super old road bike with friction shifters and wearing a styrofoam helmet. I think he was racing me because he kept looking back to see where I was. Not wanting to be out of breath when I passed him, I let him dangle a little before I went by. As I was going by, he actually jumped my wheel and started riding in my draft. I was thinking, ‘Damn, I’m just on a training ride, but now I have to drop this guy.’ Why, because there’s something about a tag-a-long that annoys me. We were both wearing headphones so no words were spoken. I just looked back and started slowly riding faster and faster until he could no longer hang on. I kind of feel weird about the whole thing; the guy looked like he was 70. I’m not sure if I should feel bad for dropping him or embarrassed that I even got caught up in the whole thing. Either way, the old man impressed me.