LOL, not quite, but in the vein of the "My first recumbent" topic. Last night, on the way home from work, I passed a fixed (or at least ss) rider near Camberwell. He was going slowly, he looked exhausted, as though he was a messenger after a particularly long day. Anyway, he obv. took offence at being passed by a recumbent, and latched onto my rear. I was quite impressed, he had accelerated really quickly to catch me as I passed him with quite a speed differential. I did call out to him "hello mate" a couple of times, and that he wouldn't find much draft behind me, but he couldn't or wouldn't respond. The reason I think he was a messenger was due to the confident way he followed me overtaking traffic on the outside. You never know though, with the number of fakengers around nowadays. I was also impressed at how long he sat with me, but he turned off when we got to Peckham, so I never got to see who would blow up first.