I’ve complained before about cycling passing etiquette. I was stopped at a red light on my morning commute earlier today, when just as the light turned green a dude in a super fancy, multi-thousand-dollar bike whizzed by me. This particular light was at the base of a long, steep hill, and I was determined to catch up with him. He was hauling, but I managed to pass him and his insane bike. I kept a 16mph pace climbing Dexter from the Fremont bridge, and I was hammered when I got to the top. He passed me on the gradual downhill leading up to downtown, but before the commute was over I had my vengeance. Just before my turn onto 2nd Ave., I sprinted and got ahead of him. BOOM!

Karma prevails, at least in this case. I’ve been passed plenty a time with bad etiquette and not been able to catch up, but not this time. Vengeance is sweet.

For the record I think it’s fun to complain about this, and I don’t actually get angry when I get passed with bad etiquette.