This really is only a slightly relevant post, but I get to tell a self-aggrandizing story, so … 
The only race I’ve ever won (a 60 mile road race) I attacked off the front with 7 miles to go and promised myself I wouldn’t look back to gauge the situation for 10 minutes. At about minute 8, I saw a shadow on my wheel and I assumed the whole group had caught me. I looked behind and it was just a single rider who had bridged to me and the rest of the group was far behind.
I gave him a minute to recover in my draft and then swung off and he didn’t budge. He just coasted and sat on. I asked him, “Are you going to work with me?”
Without hesitating he said, “No.”.
And continued to sit there. I honestly was startled by how matter of fact his answer was, also … kinda impressed by it.
I was faced with the dilemma that’s existed as long as bikes have been raced: play chicken and let the group catch up? Or pull this guy and end up losing anyway?
I basically said to myself, “Well, I’ve never won a race … but I’ve never finished 2nd either” … so worst case scenario I hit a personal best. So I pulled like I was riding solo.
I ended up winning by 1.4 seconds and he came up to me at the finish line and said, “Thanks for pulling me to 2nd.”
Now, if he beat me in the sprint would I have been upset? Would I have wanted to shake his hand and accept his words of condolence/congratulations? 100% NO WAY. I’d have choked down some venom to be cordial. And I’d probably be losing sleep about it to this day,
But I wouldn’t have complained and I wouldn’t have held any serious hard feelings … because deep down inside I know he was willing to finish 10th and I wasn’t willing to finish worse than 2nd. And that’s the game. That’s what we love. I would kill to be in that exact same position again. I sit on that trainer — like the rest of us — in the hopes I’m in that position again one day.
What’s the phrase? “Age and treachery will beat youth and skill” or something like that?
Spirit of gravel?.. phooey. What about the “spirit of racing”??? — if you’re wearing a number and someone is timing it, it’s a f#cking race.
Long live racing🤘