(My dad is an intense mountain biker; he’s 50 and has been biking for over a decade. You maybe wouldn’t guess since he looks his age but he’s really healthy and does things like river rescue training in his spare time, so he’s got a lot of stamina. He’s also a pretty nice guy. He’s all about following the rules of the road, like pedestrians first, and minding the horseback riders sharing the trails. Just today he told me this story about a rookie biker while he was up on one of the smaller, longer trails.)
Dad: “I was heading up on a trail, and I got to a part that was straight mountain on one side and a drop on the other, and this young guy comes up behind me. Now usually when a biker wants to pass anyone, he’ll say ‘on your left’ and wait until anyone in front of him moves. This guy, though, I guess he didn’t want to. He decided to speed up to try to pass me and he bumped me. He was on the side with the rock; he almost tipped me off. This was a very thin trail, too. There’s barely any room for two people to walk side by side. He bumped me, and he lost balance and stopped, and I stopped. So then I said:”
(In story:)
Dad: “Hey! You gotta be careful, man. You could’ve gotten someone hurt.”
Rookie: “Yeah, yeah. Sorry.”
Dad: “Seriously, man, all you gotta do is give a heads up.”
Rookie: “Yeah, whatever.” *rides away*
(Out of story:)
Dad: “So I decided not to get angry; you know, he’s just a cocky young guy, he probably wanted to feel good about himself or thought I was going slow, whatever. I decided, hey, I’ve got time. I caught up to him, just riding a ways behind him, not losing sight. Eventually, he took a turn for an easier pass, because there’s this incline that’s shorter but really steep. I took the steep path and when he got back on the trail he ended up behind me. Afterwards, I kept my rhythm, but whenever I could hear him catch up, I’d speed up ahead until I was far enough and go back to my rhythm. We kept this up for an hour or so. I gotta say, he did help me beat my best time.”