Just thought I'd share (cause, you know, sharing is caring or something like that):
My wife and I went for a short ride today on the local trails. They're all within the city so they get quite a bit of foot traffic as well as bike traffic. My wife and I aren't particularly fast. Actually, we're quite slow when we ride together. I think we averaged about 11 today.
All in all we had almost no problems.
That was until the end of the ride. We passed a jogger. My wife said "on your left" before. He was one the far right of the trail. We rode by giving him probably 2-3 feet of space: Plenty when you're going 12mph and we're all clearly capable of maintaining a straight line.
As we rode by the guy muttered. My wife couldn't understand it and neither could I. I said "oh, sometimes joggers mutter to themselves, he was probably saying 'one more mile' or something like that."
We stopped about two blocks down the trail for a break. He came running by after we'd been standing for a few minutes. I turned hearing him talk to hear him spout on about how weak our signal was. I said something (I'm hard to set off, so I can assure you I said it in a kind voice) and he called us fat asses and lance wannabes.
At this point I'd like to give you a picture of us. I'm about 5'9". I weigh 180lbs and I'm wearing jean shorts and a tshirt. I did have on "moon shoes" (Shimano's touring shoe) but other than that normal clothes. I'm riding a Surly Cross Check with fenders, a rack, a pannier, and a B17 saddle. In no way could I be mistaken for a lance wannabe. I know, cause I have those clothes and that bike too!
My wife is no lance wannabe either. Although she was on that style of low end road bike.
Well, I didn't say much until he'd gone a ways. I suppose I yelled some, um, foul language at him as he left: I guess I'm no angel. We saddled up later and went on. We stopped at the bike shop to drop something off and then continued again.
Then we catch up to him. Yay. One of us may have said something rude to him as we passed the second time: Clear across the other end of the 14' trail.
He then screamed at us and pointed threateningly until we were too far away to hear him. I yelled back that that was assault. I figured that if we ran into him again it'd be good for him to have been warned before I called 911.
We managed to avoid him the rest of the way home, although, thanks to the light, we took a shortcut to do so.
This is the first time I've been assaulted by a jogger. The cagers do it constantly, but this is the first time by someone outside the cage.
I must admit I'm a bit afraid. I might avoid the trails for a while. Cars aren't scary. Angry monkeys are.