The other night I got home from work. Hey dear, said my wife, how was your day? Excellent, I replied, I overtook three people on the climb up the hill, and one guy made a big effort to overtake me, couldn't keep up the pace, and cracked. It was really great. Really. That was the one thing I was thinking about. Because, although many people will deny it, there is a subtle race going on. Its often referred to as commuter racing or the great race, but its seldom talked about openly (the first rule of commuter racing is, of course, that you don't talk about commuter racing). And one of the first things you'll find out when you start bike commuting is, everyone does it but few people admit it. Think about it. When you see someone 100m further up the climb you're on, do you think Ahah, a comrade, a confrere, a brother cyclist toiling up the same ascent as myself perhaps I could catch up and exchange some knowing banter about the difficulty of the gradient? Do you like hec...