Showing off versus shown up

Or, better yet, I am Queen of the Douches. You may address me henceforth as "Your majesty."

I rode with Gus yesterday and did not want to be shown up by Mr. "I-parked-my-bike-in-the-basement-and-now-I-play-golf" who was out for his 2nd ride of the last 3 years. So, I am careening down the trail feeling quite pleased with myself and suddenly I am flying through the air in reckless abandon.

Shit.

I have no idea what happened. Apparently, I had hit a rock or something but didn't realize it. The result was that I am somersaulting down the trail and my front wheel is totally tacoed. Dork. Me, not the wheel.

Why am I so competitive everywhere except in races? Why could I have not simply slowed down a bit and risked getting passed? I'll tell you why.

Because I am the Queen of the Douches.

PS A special thanks to Frankie 9 Bikes for lending me a wheel. I promise not to kill it.