Today was the third time this mystery female cyclist comes out of nowhere and tails me all the way from Stony Point to Sebastopol, about six miles.  And of course, I’m not going to let her pass me up!  Needless to say, I’m pretty winded when I get home which I guess is a good thing, but still, what the hec?  I feel like John Cusack in Better Off Dead and that crazy newspaper boy who would groan in that weird, creaky voice “Two dollars, two dollars, TWO DOLLARS!!!”.