I had one this morning, 4 Metre wide empty hardpack on the flat. MOD land, used by walkers, MTB’ers and regular races. Me spinning along nicely going to work just enjoying it. A single bloke on his own (definitely no dog with this one) going the other way sees me 100M off and starts waving his hands and saying “slow down”.
Ha.
We had that a couple of weeks ago, heading back to the car at the end of a ride. Guy on the path up ahead sees us and he’s moved over to one side anyway. As we approach he starts going mental and screaming “SLOW DOWN” at us. We brake and pass him and he’s still going mental. As I passed him I glanced backwards…
About 100 yards further on, I notice something by my side. It’s the nutter, pedalling furiously on a BSO screaming “F*CKING SLOW DOWN” and he’s swiping at me and trying to knock me off 😆 . It’s at this point I notice he’s a bit of a mad old jakey. Mid 40s, ravaged by booze.
I slam my brakes on and he shoots past me and starts heading after my mate and he starts giving him a torrent of abuse. I catch up and he’s going mental. Told him to calm down and that we did brake as we went past him but he was verging on foaming at the mouth.