Yesterday Megan and I were off on a little ride down the local paved trail. I was bobbing along on my AC and she was getting to know her new Hardtail and making small adjustments (seat height, shifting etc.). Well we had planned to ride out a few miles and then turn around and ride hard on the way back to try to get the heart rate up. At the turnaround point I figured I'd give her rear der a little adjustment because I had been hearing it skipping a bit. As I was finishing up an old man on a road bike came flying by unannounced. Almost took Megan out. Since we were getting ready to hammer anyway I decided to see if I could hang with him on my 35 lb AC. So I waved bye to Megan and chased his smelly ass down. Once I caught him I figured Id give him a little of his own medicine... I flew past him unannounced. I was pushing my highest gear at a medium speed (replaced the bash ring with something larger for this particular ride and was putting it to good use). So the old man decided to stick to my wheel. It was on! I stepped it up to a very fast pace for a freeride bike, tallest gear plus a pretty high cadence. My bike simply didnt have the gearing to pull away from him. It must have looked comical as hell. A Flying and bobbing 6" travel mountain bike complete with ultra knobby 2.5 tires with an old roadie desperately clinging to its rear wheel. The game got old though with me not having ample gearing so I let him by and rode his wheel a bit, he slowed a good deal when he got in front, took it down 3 gears at least. I guess he was just trying to prove that I couldnt drop him and well, I couldnt. Anyway good times, good times.