There aren't many cyclists around where I live, so when I do see one I'm not too sure how to interact.
I was out on a short easy ride, which for me translates to 30km of hill climbing. Anyways, as I was going up this dude on a still frame oldie roadie slowly gained on me. I said hi, he said hi.
For a minute I was behind him, continuing up with moderate intensity. When we got to a rebound I noticed the dude kinda hammered up because when he got there he slowed even more than when he was climbing.
I took this as a cue that he just had to get ahead of me there. Well, the testorines and endorphines were in charge then, so I wasn't about to take that. I dropped him right there and on the next hill.
Then came a down slope, and out of habit I just like to coast down. A minute after the dude zipped down twice my speed... now he was asking for it!
So dropped him again on the flat and every climb after. This was pissing me off cause I was missing out on the scenery. So I slowed down to get a drink and let the dude pass by and be on his way. I don't think he was about to give up.
When I stopped, he came behind me and said "So you turning around here too?"....
Yes, I'm sure .... I said "no" and he turned around...
Now this brings me to my point: I am about as mature as a 12 year old. But if I had the chance again, I would do it all over again.
Oh come on, I bet most of you have had similar experiences.