Same situation where I live. There’s a weekly informal road race from Cheshire down into Hamden and back. I encountered them one time coming at me on a narrow winding road. They were in a pack taking up the entire opposite lane and some of mine. I slowed a bit, but apparently they wanted me to stop and pull over or something. Shrieks of profanity ensued.
Riding a bike is great, either for pleasure or transportation. However, once a person sets themself to covering a certain distance in a certain time on a bike, they almost universally turn into rabid A—holes.
we have the road race thing going on here too....and like you said, they are even worse in packs!
If I were a skinny guy on a skinny bike wearing spandex, I would be VERY careful who I said what to out here in the country.
This area is full of Swamp Yankees and they don’t take kindly to ANYONE telling them what to do or how to do it. And they may not yell back or shoot you (lots of hunting weapons out here), but they are very very creative and patient when it comes to pay back. My hubby is one...best friend you could ever have...worst enemy too and an enemy for life.
Every spring, he and his buddies wait for “those spandex a*****es”, and when they have a race and want fresh country air? My husband and his friends light the smelliest, smokiest fire using venison and fish bones/parts...and put on bluegrass and spend the day honing their fire skills and dreaming up new ways to get back at them...
yes, it seems silly (sorry honey) But those spandex a*****es used to yell at my barking dogs-fenced in dogs who were doing their job-telling me to “control my dogs”...blah blah...”nothing but white trash”...said this TO ME...with of course no man around.
So I let the guys do what they want!
Mrs CT Hillbilly