The roads were narrow, some had sidewalks but only on one side. Topography was very steep. The main thoroughfare in the area was a narrow two-lane, ran along the river ridge, many blind hills and blind curves. But the idiots at the local bike shop actually *sponsored* a regular ride the length of this road.
One fine day, I come over a hill to find a gaggle of cyclists riding 6 or 8 abreast, the inside guy was in the middle of my lane. I jammed the brakes and hit the curb so the guy wouldn't become a hood ornament. He and 2-3 others shot me the bird.
I drove right down to the local cycle shop. Told them what had happened, told them I was filing a police report, and also told them that they would be held responsible if somebody on one of their sponsored rides got injured or killed.
I must have made an impression (I was very polite and collected. Didn't litigate for 30 years without learning to keep my temper). The rides stopped. Now you only see 2-3 guys instead of 20.
Good for you. One or more of these idiots are going to get creamed, that’s a given. Seriously, I like to ride a bicycle. But I don’t ride on roads with cars and trucks. We have miles and miles of trails here, a good stretch along the Delaware River where there used to be train tracks is one and there are more. Why cyclists ride on a road with cars, trucks, and tractors is beyond me.