So I am REALLY steamed. Sunday, I headed over toward Griffith Park, a magnet for cyclists in L.A., for some socializing with lots of riders I've never seen before. Bingo, five minutes into the ride! There it was, coming at me from the opposite direction, like a freight train: a peloton of at least 30 riders.
"Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi!" I chanted, while simultaneously tooting an air horn mounted on my bars.
How gratifying it was to see most of the riders lift their eyes and remove their hands from their own bars, to stare back and offer a friendly wave of their own back at me. The ensuing pile-up was awesome and gave me plenty of time to call out the fallen riders who hadn't answered my ardent salutation.
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