Group of Dutch Yoofs cycling at night, covering most of a whole cycle lane, I'm going a little quicker, and want to over take. I come up behind and say "cycle straight" they kinda make enough space for me to get through. Then one of them starts trying to match my pace.
"Oh you want a race do you?"
"*inarticulate Dutch mumbling*"
I fell down onto the aerobars, upped the cadence, and zoomed off, leaving them behind. After I had a few hundred meters between them and I, I eased up, another 100m or so later, and one oik catches me up and goes passed saying something in Dutch I didn't catch...
It brightened up a late evenings ride home from the space.
J