They say the first step to overcome a problem is to admit it to oneself. So, here goes. I *hate* being overtaken.
Just this morning, I was approaching work, having taken the scenic route. I was easily going up the bump from Stockport towards Manchester, when a chap on Specialized bike flies around me. Red mist descends and I overcome the terrible weight of gigabytes of information in my bag (on a memory stick, but that should be immaterial
) and I have to chase.
And if there are no other cyclists, there are motorbikes in a bus lane; if not that, then there are the cars. The end result is always the same: I can never do a recovery ride.
I need some quality excuses I can use when I feel the need to chase.
Just this morning, I was approaching work, having taken the scenic route. I was easily going up the bump from Stockport towards Manchester, when a chap on Specialized bike flies around me. Red mist descends and I overcome the terrible weight of gigabytes of information in my bag (on a memory stick, but that should be immaterial

And if there are no other cyclists, there are motorbikes in a bus lane; if not that, then there are the cars. The end result is always the same: I can never do a recovery ride.
I need some quality excuses I can use when I feel the need to chase.