My lights seem to make me unpopular with other riders, as I come up behind them, they see their shadows in the growing pool of bright light, then they swerve and look around for the bright menacing thing, when they see it is another cyclist and I can sort of feel their irritation. Or maybe I'm imagining it. We commuters seem like a surly lot, there's never any chit chat or even hellos or waves as pleasure riders often exchange. It feels like we are grimly, intently forging through the minefields and dangers, and have no thought to spare for each other beyond "I hope it's him and not me"..
Man I am glad you said that! I always seem to get attitude when I pass another cyclist, especially those commuting. I always go for some chit chat and am denied. But when I see another ride out for a recreational spin there is either a wave or some conversation. Interesting. Maybe it is the funk coming off of my tights
