Three weeks ago, I had a rather unpleasant experience on the path. There was a slow-cycling couple towing a dog in a kiddie-cart that I decided to cycle around. After I'd pedaled by, I heard this at my back: WARN WHEN PASSING!!! It sounded like the bloody Queen of Hearts. I hadn't expected to hear British English on the path and it took my brain a few seconds to figure out what the woman had bellowed. WAHHRN? Huh?
|Off with her wheels!|
Mind you, I am one the slowest cyclists on the road. Most bikes pass me with ease. I am so far from a doped up Tour de France racer it's comical. To have that woman bark at me was startling. By the time I had reached the bridge some three miles later, I had mostly forgotten about the encounter. At this point a chorus of bells rang out and a voice hissed loudly at me from a passing bike: LIKE THIS! Again, WTF? The same woman who'd bellowed at me earlier on the trail was now moving past me with her cycling partner pulling up the rear. Flabbergasted, I could only manage to squeak: that was a bit aggressive. -not like it had any impact on those two.
Since the aggro-incident, nothing of note has happened on the path save for a sighting of a few rambunctious jack rabbits wrestling. I hope that encountering the 'yeller' was a one-off as it would be a shame to have the bike trail, truly one of the only bits I like about living here, be blemished by 'path-ragers'.