Excellent, that's a result.
I was kind of in the mood for some commuter racing this morning, but only really as it fitted in with my 'training'. Working on the power side of riding for cross slogs through mud, which means slight inclines are attacked, but while still seated, and in too big a gear.
Found myself catching a chap in front. We got to the top and I eased off a little, but still quick enough to go by, when he glanced over his shoulder, saw me, and put a very very obvious dig in to up the speed. So I sat ten yards behind as we cruised the flat. Slight rise again and this time my maintaining the pace from the flat takes me past him as he slows.
Naturally there was pride before a (metaphorical) fall. Get to more flat and I'm taking in the sights at about 17mph in the bus lane, when a chap in full lycra and on tri-bars, but still with guards, rack and pannier, goes past me like I'm standing still. There wasn't even a thought of 'I'll see if I can keep up with him', there was no way whatsoever I was holding that pace. I could only laugh and observe out loud to myself, "There'll always be someone faster."
The training continues.