A year ago, I was riding my Aprilia up and over Trail Ridge Road. As I was flying down the long and steep sections on the western side, I passed a few bicycle riders just before the road starts to tighten up. I didn't think anything of it, but when I glanced into my rearview mirror I saw that one of them was right on my tail. I sped up, he's right there. Hmmm, he's racing me.
In my own defence, there are a lot of very tight cornors on that section of road. But still, I can't let this guy pass me on his bicycle! I don't know how he was able to go so fast on that thing, but I was going way over my confort level. All I could think of was what a strange situation of peer pressure this was.
Mercifully, the road finally opened up and that was the end of it.