this story came to mind after reading another post about getting dropped....
25-30 years ago my wife and I did a self contained tour from the top of Washington State down to Napa California along Hwy 1. There is a hill named Leggit (if I recall the spelling) that we were dreading. Maybe it was the biggest hill on the ride. This was our first tour on our Trek touring bikes (720 and 520) and we were very new to cycling.
As we were riding along a sweet young thing passed us on a road bike. She wasn't touring and she was probably about 10-15 years our junior. We were about 35yrs old at the time. We said hello with a smile and she half turned her head with a scowl and didn't say a word. Blew by us with very little trouble. Ahead of us was the hill.
We lost sight of her as she got to the hill and moved around a bend but after another 20 or 30 minutes we saw her ahead of us. Then after some period of time we realized we were actually gaining on her. We were not racing; just trying to keep a steady pace but it seemed our steady pace was a bit quicker than hers. At some point she noticed we were getting closer and I saw that she tried to pick up some speed but she couldn't do much.
It wouldn't surprise me to learn we pushed a bit harder, but nothing was said between my wife and I. We just slowly...ever so slowly, continued to gain on her and eventually we caught up with her and deliciously passed her with our tents, sleeping bags, pots and pans stuffed in our front and rear panniers. It probably took 5 minutes to pass her. We said hello again but this time she didn't even glance at us.
It was obvious it just killed her to get passed by us. I have no idea why she was so cold toward us but after all these years I count that little ride as one of my all time favorite encounters.