We have a beautiful MUT called the Lakefront Path here in town. The north branch of it is so congested that it's miserable to ride on the weekends or weekday evenings.

BF and I rode part of it Sat. Coming around a curve, a bunch of teens were hanging out, meandering, and taking up the entire path. I rang my little bell several times, I slowed down to a crawl, I called out "Watch out! Watch out!" No movement from any of them. Went around them on the grass, muttering, "Sheesh!" Then they acknowledged my presence by yelling at me, "You could at least say 'excuse me'!" Large sigh. Actually, I wanted to go back and....well. Ahem. I didn't. BF said, "honey, they didn't know you were there." Really? OK. Maybe. But I think I just need to stay off that part of the path. It makes me too mad.

And don't even let me get started about rollerbladers talking on the phone!

I am happy to say that the south branch of the path is lovely, and wide, and seldom congested. That's a place to really fly. If I'm doing a long ride, I'll usually take city streets for 7 miles to get to the south branch, and then get in the aerobars and go fast.