xpc316e
Veteran
- Location
- Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk, UK
I am lucky enough to be able to manage my own time at work, so there I was this morning, at my desk, having ridden to work when I thought 'I am up to date with my tasks, so why not take a few hours time-off and go for a ride?' Off I went out into the gorgeous Suffolk countryside; some while later I was cycling along a deserted lane when a roadie comes towards me (I ride a recumbent trike). We looked at each other, I raised a hand in acknowledgement and said 'Morning' only to be totally ignored. I could understand if we had been part of a horde of cyclists in a town centre, but we were both miles from anywhere.
Some miles later, on a busier road, a rider on a Harley coming towards me gave me a cheery wave and I reciprocated. OK, he was a motorcyclist, and I ride a cycle, but there is some common ground between us and he recognised that (perhaps he too has a 'bent in his life?). Why are some folk so snotty when it comes to a nod, or a wave, to other riders?
I also had a great conversation with a couple of workers at a nature reserve where I had stopped for a drink, so my ride was still very much a positive experience. Normally riders do seem to give me a nod, except in France where the cyclo-sportifs reckon that it is beneath their dignity to acknowledge anything other than a clone of themselves. I hasten to add that I ride the machine I have because a conventional bike causes me immense pain & suffering; I do not ride it because I want to be weird - I just want the joy of cycling in my life, and this is the only way that I can do it.
Some miles later, on a busier road, a rider on a Harley coming towards me gave me a cheery wave and I reciprocated. OK, he was a motorcyclist, and I ride a cycle, but there is some common ground between us and he recognised that (perhaps he too has a 'bent in his life?). Why are some folk so snotty when it comes to a nod, or a wave, to other riders?
I also had a great conversation with a couple of workers at a nature reserve where I had stopped for a drink, so my ride was still very much a positive experience. Normally riders do seem to give me a nod, except in France where the cyclo-sportifs reckon that it is beneath their dignity to acknowledge anything other than a clone of themselves. I hasten to add that I ride the machine I have because a conventional bike causes me immense pain & suffering; I do not ride it because I want to be weird - I just want the joy of cycling in my life, and this is the only way that I can do it.