Bimbling along in Dalby today. Behind me, lycra-clad semi-serious guy came up – deep tan, Spanish labels on his spandex… you know the type. I looked over my shoulder, said hi, and pulled over as soon as I could (within 5 seconds or so). As he passed, I said hello, and he just ignored me completely – nothing at all, no acknowledgment, nothing. I felt really subhuman. Ten minutes later he was on the side of the trail, fixing his cleat with his fingers (no room for tools in his tights, obviously). I slowed down, ask if he needed anything, and he just stared back from behind his Oakleys – nothing. I just rode off, of course. Another ten minutes and he was on my back wheel again. This time, I decided to ignore him. After about a minute, his front wheel actually buzzed my rear wheel, that’s how close he was. I decided it wasn’t worth it and just pulled over. He passed me and stared blankly ahead – no human contact was made. I then wanted to shout “asshole” but I actually shouted “Thank you” (my upbringing, I know) as he just rode off into the distance. No acknowledgment, nothing. I know I should just ignore it and get on with it, but the **** ruined my day. Rant over. I am going deep into the Moors tomorrow where I won’t see a living soul, only friendly sheep.