So, today I rode into Sacramento to go to a meeting about starting a local bike co-op thing. The ride into Sacramento from here in Davis is about 15 miles. Seven of those miles, starting at the eastern edge of Davis, and going to the western edge of West Sacramento, are totally empty. It's basically a bike path and a frontage road. There's literally nothing out there except the road, not a gas station, or a stoplight, or anything.

Anyway, I was coming home, and I was about half a mile from Davis, and it had jsut gotten dark. I came upon a guy who looked like a fairly serious cyclist, wearing lycra and all, walking his bike the opposite direction. That means the guy had at least 6.5 miles to go before he even got to a gas station in West Sacramento.

As I approached, I said "Got a flat tire or something?" I got no response. I thought maybe he didn't hear me, so I stopped and asked "You need any help?" Without even turning to look at me, he said "No." in the rudest, most jack-ass-ish voice ever, and just kept on walking.

jeez - I was only trying to help. Fine, walk the next 6 miles, *******.