Originally Posted by davefarb

I was out on a rare mountain bike ride with a friend when I made a taco special out of my front rim and broke my arm. We had no cellphone reception and were about 7 miles from our car. While schleping my bike out and moaning about my arm, along comes another guy on a bike. My girlfriend tried to wave him down and we both yelled at him for help, but he zoomed past us and screamed obsceneties at us, apparently for our "blocking" his path. This could not have been more stereotypically demonic mountain biker behavior if it had been scripted. The guy was likley in his early 20s, obviously trying hard to cultivate the Jesus or Eddie vedder circa 1992 look. I figure he's unemployed, smokes dope and lives with his parents. That's what I get for leaving the pavement. Damn Sasquatch-looking jerk...I hope he smokes some paraquat-laced weed and ends up in the ICU.

Originally Posted by davefarb

I'd like to relate an "interaction" I recently had with a streotypically horrific roadie. We were out in the boonies when I decided to taco my tire and break my arm. With no cellphone coverage and a need for medical care, I began an unpleasant death march towards civilization. I was happy to see a roadie coming along (I was on my mountain bike)...looking sharper in his tight clothes than any metal hairband guitarist. I asked him for help. He said he could not really be bothered as it was not an emergency and he did not want to ruin his workout. He looked French...I told him he was a jerk. he told me to get a real bike. I hope he chokes on his cheese...