You truly fast people: carry on.
You others, the ones who pass me at a stop-light. Have you no pride? I understand that perhaps you see a girl on a bike and think "of course I'm faster than her". So you pass me when I'm stopped. I let you, maybe you're Lance Armstrong visiting Boston and just happen to catch me at a light. I give you the benefit of the doubt. But then you then go at a snail's pace and I pass you back while we're underway.
We get to another stop light.
WHY DO YOU PASS ME AGAIN?
I do not understand this.