I'm Not as Bad-Ass as I think

my pedals felt no resistance
-even in the lowest gear-
as i sped down the hill.
up ahead i saw a figure on a bike,
and as i could gauge, they were
not moving nearly as swiftly as i.
then, the adrenaline neurons
blasted into my body and cross-hairs
locked onto thier back.
in what seemed like seconds
i barreled around him
yelling, "left!"
a moment after id been crowned
road champion, i took a sharp right where
i, and all other bikers were
obligated to wait the signal out.
standing, beaming, feeling so
outright badass, i see this man,
elderly, on a far inferior bike than mine,
cut into trafic and bypass cars and all
meandering away leaving me and
a pittiful pedestrian waiting like
naive children.
sweating, panting, what was once
the olive wreath about my chiseled
frame became outright shame
and i remember some snide manager
who alway said:
"work smarter, not harder".