I was walking my bike up a hit (the evil hill on Poplar Plains) when a man on his bike asked me if I was ok or needed help. I told him I was fine, but thanks for asking. I like to think of the nice people and not the mean spirited ones.
On a funny note, a couple of weeks ago I stopped in the cemetery (lots of looping roads, great because there is little traffic) on a ride to drink some water when a woman on her bike rode past me and hollered out "race you!". I smiled but was still drinking my water. A kilometer or so later I caught up with the woman on her bike and sped past her. I waved and she said "oh! you beat me!". We exchanged friendly smiles and I kept on going.