Some years ago, I was on a group ride with my friend Bruce Finlayson who was one of the best natural riders I ever knew. He made speed look easy. When the two of us rode together, he calmed himself down to my level, just out of politeness, but in a large group of fast guys he liked to run at the front.
Why? Because he could, and most of us hate to follow riders who are markedly slower than we are. It's almost painful. We are most comfortable dropping into our natural spot in the Great Mandala, and, in Bruce's case, that spot was generally in the lead.
Anyway, at a rest stop on this fast-moving ride, one of the guys (who I will call Bob) walked up to Bruce and said, "You've gotta slow down, man. You're gonna get someone killed."
Bruce looked at the guy thoughtfully for a long moment, then put his hand on his shoulder and said, "Bob, ride your own bike."
That phrase has stuck in my mind ever since. Even now, when I get pushing too hard to stay with another rider and things get a little loose, I calm the
situation down by saying to myself, "Egan, ride your own bike."
Naturally, no one really likes to admit being slower than someone else, at least not in a group of friends off for a sportsbike ride through the countryside. But, as age and enlightened self-preservation (i.e. mortal fear) set in, I've developed a psychological defence for that problem, too.
When someone pulls away from me these days, I just shrug and say "So what? He's still slower than Rossi."
Leanings 3 Peter Egan p50-1