The first time was a game of chicken. Before he got to me, though, he *did* at least swerve assertively toward his right/my left and passed me on the correct side. He did the same thing today. If nothing else, he's predictable.

Actually, this area is apartment-rich. I've encountered this guy and a ninja (which is why being early isn't such a hot idea either) in the same area. I hate to think the worst of people but they both strike me as people who are riding bikes because they've lost their licenses to DUI or whatever. The mere thought that I'm doing this because I want to is probably foreign to them, and I bet they can't imagine I actually enjoy it.