So I took my first tentative steps north of Dundas this morning for a 40km sunrise ride before work. Lovely area, and I couldn't have asked for a more perfect morning.
At one point I was riding at a nice steady pace on level ground when I got a call of "left" behind me, whereupon a pair of riders blew past me (comfortably to the left) like I was a freaking statue. I checked my speed - 31 km / hr. No, that wasn't demoralizing at all.
Clearly those dudes were total bike studs.
Later, coming back south on 6th line, another pair made a big show of blowing past me (not calling out, and passing bloody well close enough to rub jerseys) only to slow to the pace I was riding once they were about 50m past.
Caught up to them at a red light at Dundas and they looked all surprised to see me there. Clearly those dudes were total $#@#holes.
I ending up swapping my saddle from the Prologo A$$hatchet (not the actual model name) to a Prologo Scratch (the actual model name) and it made all the difference in the world. The only thing holding me back this morning was available time.