While ago to be fair, but it pleased me.
One sunny day out with the mrs walking round the quieter town footpaths, tearing towards us a couple of nippers on bikes, so we moved to the grass verge to let them pass, huge smiles and thanks shouts as they tore past on a mission, then just a few minutes later as we came round the bottom of the hill path, rolling down from the top was a topless teenagerish, tattoos everywhere, shirt tied round waist, fag on bottom lip, shades on, we moved over and as he swept down the hill past us, up the thumb came up, the head nodded, cheers was the shout. If only all cyclists could say thanks when you work with them.