Originally Posted by
big john
Rode solo today. Went to the first scheduled rest stop on a long club ride but I took a shorter route to beat them there. Only 4 of them and they didn't know what I was doing. So I get there in plenty of time and get a coffee and grab a table outside. Another rider showed up and sat down to have coffee. While we were chatting I saw my friends ride by. Guess I don't get to say hi.
So my new friend says he's going to climb Latigo Canyon, this works for me so I went with him. The pace and conversation were good until he launched into his conspiracy theories. I don't want to repeat them here but he turned out to be bat-guano crazy. At the top of the climb he was turning back to go home and he wanted my number to get together for more rides. Nope. I had told him about my club and I hope he doesn't try to reach me through them. I said too much, I hope he forgets.
I ended with 50 mile and 5K feet, according to Ride With GPS. Tired now.
I can recall two experiences where seemingly normal people let their crazy out, once we were out on the road. I'm not talking normal crazy like he Dutch recumbent dude who rode with a catheter or the American who hacked a 9x onto a Sturmey Archer 3-speed hub to make a 3x3x9- I've run across dozens of those harmless crazies. I'm talking scary am-I-going-to-be-murdered crazy.
I guess two in 45 years isn't bad.