I found a new Atlanta group ride today.

Lots of racers.
But, they were going easy today because they are racing this weekend.
Figured out who the "big man" was.
Constantly running his suck.
Whenever anyone would go off the front he would make some smart ass comment:

"That one's gonna come back"
"Now we'll see who the pretenders are"
"He'll never make it"
"Caught before we top the hill I bet"
I got tired of listening to him so I decided to push him whenever he made a move and just nip him at the crest of each hill. Next time he would go a little harder and so would I.
I think I pissed him off...but, I shut him up 'cause he was too busy sucking wind from then on.
He kept looking at my antique

steel frame and fork with 6 speed Campy Nuevo Record drive train with friction downtube shifters, then he would look at me, then my jersey (I was wearing Le Matin today).
I just smiled.

This might actually be my bike that
Paolo is holding?
Are those the upgraded Suntour Cranks?
Maybe I can get one of these fancy new ones!