I got on my bike tonight before sunset and rode out to the service road that runs alongside the airport. I had the road all to myself except for the occasional passing car. When I reached the end of the service road I stopped for a minute to take a drink from my water bottle, then started to pedal back the same path. As I was building back some speed, a fellow much older passed me on the service road. Well, for some reason this pissed me off. "This old fart is NOT going to beat me to the end of this road," I thought. So I pedaled faster...and faster...gaining on the poor fellow. I soon caught up with him, and passing him on his left I turned and hollered, "You're giving me a run for the money!" I scared the bejesus out of him for a moment - thought I saw a quiver in his balance. He laughed, and I rode off with a sick feeling of accomplishment.