Somehow we both won

Casually I was riding down broadway and suddenly a runner zoomed past me. How dare he speed past me? I could bolt down the sidewalk and leave him in the cold. Somehow we started to have a friendly little competition, racing back and forth. Obviously I could have crushed him and his chicken legs, but I wanted to keep it interesting. I let him pass me for a block or so and would zoom past him. Like the audacious runner that he is, he tried to keep up. It was funny, it was like toying with a puppet. Anyway, it was fun. It was fun to be in a competition again, seeing who is faster, seeing who would win. In reality we both won. I had fun toying with the runner, and he had fun...uuh maybe catching his breath?