🚀 go-pugleaf

I'm still laughing!!!

I ride Mt. V. trail several times a week for fun and commuting between
Old Town and DC Downtown.

I've encountered every type you mentioned. (I think I am the fat guy).

Including:

    ** The brain bucket basher. That's the drunk guy stumbling on the
trail who stopped and smacked my helmet as I passed.
    ** The cyclops. That's the bicyclist with a 1000-watt helmet light
who blinds as we pass.
    ** The hammer. That's the guy on a new bike who zooms past me at 24
mph. (I later pass him on the next hill when he's really struggling).
    ** The fisher. That's the folks with a flyrod who stand on a narrow
bridge and fligh their lines in the river without paying attention if a
bicyclist (me) is coming up.
    ** The Good-Samaritan. That's the random bicyclists who have never
failed to offer aid and comfort when I was on the edge of the trail with
a broken spoken, flat tire, or busted ass from a fall on a slick wood
bridge.
    All-in-all, I am not complaining. I love this trail. On it, I have
sailed alongside the river at nights, drafting the moon. During the day,
I have pedaled its length, laboring up that last mile hill  and feeling
so, so good when I reached the top where a cool drink at George
Washington's house awaited.