Wednesday, August 05, 2009

I've been called a lot of things...

The moniker ascribed to me during this morning's ride is my new favorite.

Today's ride is one of this year's top ten so far. A little over half way done I had 6 different posts running through my mind. And then there were seven.


I'd left the path over by the old skating rink and was growled at by this guy -- fully clad in lycra. We got to a little round-about where he turned left and I turned right. When I pulled up to Roe the guy was off to my left, well behind me. I chuckled to myself as I went along, wondering how long it would take him to pass me again. A couple minutes later, I'd started under the Roe overpass that leads to Roe park and the guy foolishly tried to zip around me and almost ran into a jogger. On the other side he cut through the grass to head me off.

Whatever.

I honestly was not trying to make this a contest. He must have peaked because I rode my normal rate and was gaining ground on him. I actually thought about taking a break just to distance myself from the guy. We rode under Nall and he took the south fork and I took the east. "See you in a few," I thought to myself. Sure enough, I'd ridden under Lamar dinging my bell and saying "good morning" to several folk when I heard the guy behind me yell at a group of high school girls out jogging telling them to "Move OVER!" You could tell he was trying to make up for lost time.

The path splits again at 103rd and Metcalf. The other rider passed me right before the split and blew past two older men and a woman walking a German shepherd. They were just taking the turn to the left that I was going to take so I dinged my bell well in advance, dinged it again and said "Good morning. I'll come around your right side."

As I passed the lady said:
"That is what a gentleman sounds like."

5 comments:

drivemybike said...

Nicely done sir!

David Hogeboom said...

Thinking maybe his lycra was too tight in crotch or thereabouts.

The Old Bag said...

Yeah, commuters SO have it over the simply lycra-clad.

Mark Studnicki said...

You probably handled that much better than I would have. My tolerance of inconsiderate people is very low.

John said...

Bike rage is bike rage any way you spell it. Lycra, camelbacks, Red Jerseys...wait, maybe he's a communist biker...

A jerk is a jerk...lycra or not. I have a feeling he's the same way in his car.