Then there was a guy who stuck a stick in my spokes as I was idling a giraffe.
At first I freaked a bit -but then quickly realized as long as I was idling it wouldn’t trip me up. it just sat there on the bottom of the wheel between the spokes rocking back and forth like myself, till my buddy pulled it out.
Today I was riding my 36er down the cycle path. Approaching was a trio - mum, dad and 3 (ish) year old boy. The mum and dad gave me a really wide birth, leaving the little boy and me to the middle of the path. I was cycling happily past when the little boy leaned towards me and stuck his arm out. Luckily he didn’t reach.
I was cycling across a local village green. It’s rather picturesque, and it looked as if an artists club was having a field day - there were lots of people painting with easles. One lady looked up, saw me and started laughing. Not just a little titter, but a loud, long laugh that carried on until I was out of hearing distance. Very odd, these artistic types. She was clearly not an engineer.
Last night while riding on a rough trail that runs along side a paved walkway I encountered a young couple who had been watching me approach them for a few hundred yards. Unfortunatly I UPD’d just as I was going by them. The guy says to me “Your kidding me I thought you were riding a whole bike”
to which I replied. “No just 1/2 a bike”
When I rode RAGBRAI this year, every single day there was one 60-ish year old guy that would always pass me about midway through the day. Each time, he would say “Look, it’s WIGGLES!” and continue riding. It just wouldn’t have been a RAGBRAI day without him.