Last year I was traveling for work in central Florida, and decided to go for an early-morning ride. I finished my continental breakfast, and stuffed a biscuit in my pocket for the ride. I didn't have any lights, but figured I'd be safe on this remote 4-lane hwy.
About 50 yards ahead of me I see another bicyclist turn out onto the road, with lights and the whole bit, I was thinking how he looked like a real experienced commuter. I waved, but I guess he couldn't see me in the semi-darkness of dawn. Just as that thought went through my mind, I heard him shriek like a girl, screaming "DON'T EAT ME!!", swerve all over the road and pedal like crazy. I've never seen someone pedal so fast.
When I got up to where he was, there was a black pot-belly standing in the road, he must've been 300 pounds. I remembered I had the biscuit, tossed it to him, and he grunted happily and headed the other direction.
I never could catch up to the other bicyclist, he was out of sight next time I looked up.
True story!
