I remember trying to kill a hangover in the mid ’90s by blasting out of Aberdeen up the old railway path and the riverside singletrack into Deeside on my hand-resprayed, entry level Stump-jumper – it was electric blue with horrible metallic pink Sharkbite pedals and massive, very knobbly Tioga Psychos 😀 After a couple of hours hooning around in the woods near Peterculter, covered in mud and pretty much done in, I headed for home along the North Deeside Road.
I caught up with a couple of guys, also on MTBs and as I passed I said my usual cheery, “Alright?”. One of them mumbled something about “Effing speedmerchant eh?” and they upped their pace and spent the next 20 minutes trying to overtake me. They did pass eventually, and I tried being friendly again, saying something like, “Aye, it’s always harder up front isn’t it?”, with a big (genuine) smile.
That got me the silent treatment and glares which got my dander up somewhat – I made it my mission to piiss them off and nearly killed myself passing and staying ahead of them all the way back into Aberdeen – had to take a sneaky short cut to come out in front and smiling on Holburn Street, at which point I had the satisfaction of looking back and seeing them stop to prop each other up. I waited ’til I got round the corner before getting off and dry-retching 😀
No need to act like a twunt.