The most fredish I ever felt was when I had the call of nature at the worst time. Unknown to me, a small herd of cows (maybe 12 to 15) got loose up hill from the trail I was on and had wandered down to the trail ahead of me. I stopped to go behind some bushes and while there, heard "MOOO MOOO..." and looked up to see I was surrounded by cows and there were some people on horseback on the trail trying to get the cows back on the owner's property. So I got myself together quickly, and rather sheepishly (and fredishly) was saying 'nice cows, good cows' as calmly as possible so as not to get trampled as I got back to my bike. The people on horseback were laughing, but those cows were all around me and I did not want to spook them. Man I must have looked like a dork.

I don't think wooping is fred. I woop and woo hoo when I enjoy the downhill that I just paid for by going up the hill first. Talking to the animals however (other than dogs because they understand ) is really fred for sure.