I often begin & end my rides on an 8 mile long bike path. Often times I'll see older ELDERLY cyclists, newbie cyclists, and families of cyclists on that path. I'll often smile at them if we're passing in opposite directions, or I'll call out a cheery good morning / afternoon if I'm passing them.
Part of that admittedly is for self-defense
, so I know that they know I'm there, but it lifts my spirits as well.
I don't often acknowledge the experienced riders on the path, and once I'm out on the main road, I rarely acknowledge other riders unless I'm passing them.
I suppose I'm a reverse snob.
Last edited by jobob; 07-26-2010 at 07:06 AM.
Reason: edited to clarify that evidently loaded term "older"
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