I am with you on this JABS, however; I never distinguished between end and beginning. I suppose, in Thunder Bay, that phenomenon (good grief, I spelled that correctly the first time), is probably why so many old road bicycles are available in Thunder Bay...
I always
ALWAYS talk to people, when I am out riding. I, too, dislike those who fail to acknowledge my presence, unless my presence happens to present itself in busy traffic. But on the open road, always a wave, or a "howdy, eh" (Canadian for howdy), or "do you need a hand". Just today...
My grandson and I went yard sailing. First yard sale was not, however; as we retraced our route back down Gunn Road, I saw an old CCM in a yard, sitting right behind an old Norco road bicycle. I pulled over, approached the guy oxy/acetylene cutting in his back yard. I explained my interest and...
Before I left, he offered me a banana saddle (for my grandson and for free), an old CCM man's roadster ($ would be involved for that one) and, for a mere $7,500.00 CND a Harley Davidson Sporster (always have trouble with spelling that word) in great shape.
At the next yard sale, my big mouth flushed out a mint, and I do mean mint, Apollo something or other, probably a Sport 12...
The Apollo was my size (56cm) but I had no intention of paying $100.00 for the bicycle. I did offer $75, (only had $80.00 in my pocket) figuring for that, my grandson would have a new/old bike, but the offer was rejected. While at that yard sale...
A fellow approached me, explaining that he over heard my grand son and I talking about the first offered Harley. This guy offered me a 2001 Baby Sporster (883 cc) for $4000.00 (I have owned several Harleys, and Indians, and Clevelands, and Ariels, and Triumphs, and BSAs and Nortons and - anyway). Mrs. Me and Me are discussing that thought, currently. My guess is that N+1 won't quite work this time. However...
She did agree for us to buy this, next year, when we return to Jamaica...
After the boy and I returned to Willow River, I jumped on the Marinoni...
...and headed up the road. As I was riding, I spied a woman, standing on the top of a pile of cow manure. I uncliped, pulled over and called to her. I asked if she knew of any old bicycles, in the area. Yup, got something to do tomorrow. And just for saying hello...
Anyway, I, for the life of me, can't understand why a simple salutation, on the road when no one else is around, is such a problem. Say hello and if the hello is not returned, with sincerity, keep in mind...
It is not your problem - it is their's.
And as Sean Connery would say in "The Untouchables", with a gently rap on the shoulder with his night stick - "Thus endith ( not sure how to spell that either) the lesson."
This, incidentally, is beer and something else time, in Prince George (grandson is out for the evening)...