THE DIE-CHOTOMY OF US

WENGNUT AND I WERE RIDING ALONG THE ROAD TALKING.  He's not a roadie.  Clearly.  You'd need a weed whacker and sheep shears to find his legs.  But, his observation of road riding is accurate:

Road riding is very social.

It's true.  It's so easy to ride along shoulder to shoulder chatting.

It's also true that when the city limit sign is approaching the chatting simmers down and the blood boils because whoever gets there first is king for a mile or two or twenty.

We'd rather die than get beat,
Mostly though, we're the best of friends.