
Originally Posted by
babynoahsmom
When my friend Suzanne and I ride we have people yell at us and throw things occasionaly.
I feel your pain! Been there, done that.
Rednecks are alive and well here in rural Indiana.

Originally Posted by
Tri Girl
Sometimes cars seem nicer when it's just me, sometimes they seem to be more aggressive when a man is with me. I guess it just depends on which type of redneck it is: the bully who will pick on anyone, the mommas boy who won't mess with a woman, or the male dominant type who likes to pick on men in spandex. It's always a gamble who you'll get.
Ditto. You just never know. Sometimes drivers of gnarly ol' pick-up trucks can be the nicest, friendliest people you'd want to meet; other times they're mean and nasty and would kill you with a look if they could. My heart always skips a beat when I'm riding on a desolate stretch of rural road and see a truck approaching. (Please, no offense, anyone -- one of the vehicles I drive is a an old pick-up -- I know they're not all out to get us.)
"If we know where we want to go, then even a stony road is bearable." ~~ Horst Koehler