I was having a really lazy day. At the end of the day I really didn’t feel like biking home, but I didn’t have another option because I wasn’t taking the subway. So I started biking slowly, until I got to the bridge. Most people were passing me on the bridge. One guy went past and then slowed down to adjust his bag, I was going too fast at that point to be behind him so I went around. Suddenly it became a race.
Many people getting off the Manhattan Bridge in Brooklyn take Flushing -> Vanderbilt so it made sense that our little race continued that way. We never said anything but every time we stopped at a light, we smiled at each other and he tried to slowly inch through the light. He was not making it easy for me, but it was fun. I thought it would end at Vanderbilt. From there I usually turn onto Dean St. I looked over my shoulder and saw that he turned too. I’m not sure if he turned because he also happens to take the same street or he wanted to see how far he could take it. We continued going but at this point he was having trouble keeping up. When I was almost home I looked behind and didn’t see him anymore. Another cyclist who came from behind told me the guy turned off a block before. I won, because I got to that street before he did. It was only about 4 blocks before I had to turn, I did not expect this to go that far. To whomever this guy is, thank you for pushing me to bike harder and for making it a fun ride home.