Miserable git – Ive found myself muttering this quite a lot recently. My word, it annoys the hell out of me when I pass another cyclist and they dont even lift their head to catch your eye!
Yes, I am a fiery character at best. Yes I have my Monday mornings. But jeez, were all human and inhabiting the same space. Lets lighten up a bit!
I thought there was an adverse effect on social passing in the early period of the recent recession. It felt like dog-eat-dog out there on the streets, with a sour taste in the air. Yet even now I find myself muttering under my breath when a rider sails silently past or a dog walker simply turns their nose the other way, with a tight grasp on their hound as if it would rip my calves off. It can make or break a morning training ride (or run for that matter!).
Have you ever had a random pleasantry with a stranger?* It makes you smile doesnt it admit it.
Ok, ok – so practice what you preach, sort your own house out and all that equally righteous school of thought. So not one to allow myself to purposefully be a hypocrite, I am doing just that. I realised that for every mutter under the breath, I should make the effort regardless of the outcome. No matter who may pass me; trail rider, roadie, walker or even stoners out relishing the solitude of the woods, I make an audible effort to (at the very least!) leave a greeting on the breeze as I pass. They probably think Im an idiot, or maybe some self-righteous twat who loves everything in the world and all its peoples. Take it as they may, I think Id rather leave a possible pleasant first impression with anyone, even a smile at the random holler, than plod by ignorant of any passers-by. Hell, I did enough shoe-gazing as a teenager, lifes too short and you never know when and how you might meet that person again – behind a bar, serving you in a shop, maybe even behind the desk that matters at an interview .
* take that as you may. : )