A few years ago during a cross state ride, I came upon some guy who was loudly singing, chanting, and praying, while riding erratically and excessively slow. At first, as I approached from behind, I thought it was a wayward cow who had lost her calf or a bull who had felt the veterinarians knife.

I think this was in poor taste and was infringing on others rights, although it did give me a chance to work on my sprint.