Got in an epic commuter race last night on the way home. I caught this guy up on the bypass but he was riding along at a decent lick so I was happy to sit behind him. As usual, once he realised I was there he sped up and I just continued. I couldn't be bothered to push him along and I wasn't up for overtaking because it was Thursday night and I still had Friday to ride ahead of me.
So we were sitting at a set of lights and as the lights changed this other guy behind me (I didn't know he was there), clipped in but wearing trousers and a high end sports rucksack, jumped out the saddle and went past us both, then proceeded to go off like the clappers as best he could. I couldn't be bothered to get involved but the guy in front of me decided to race off with him and I caught them up after a few seconds and sat with them. Next set of lights we've got trouser man up front, the guy I'd been following in the middle and me at the back. Guy in front was clearly eggy and they were both eager to play the game. Lights went green, they both set off clipping in and clicking away at their gears and I shoved my foot in the toeclip and dragged up behind them. The guy in front of me went to overtake, got his front wheel level and trouser man jumped out the saddle and was flailing his bike around in a full sprint. This was too much for me, no cars coming (plus I needed my points back) and I nailed everything I had into my big gearing and tore past the pair of them, saddled, and spun off down the road at uncomfortable fixed gear rpms. So yeah, three abreast drag racing at 5:45pm on a Thursday. FUN