Pretty clear and quite cool this morning, so the river trail got its first real turnout of the season-- they were out in droves today. You know,
them. Saddles way down with knees flared out wide, the shoelaces on their white tennys flapping in the wind. Every pedal stroke results in the front wheel jogging at
minimum 6 inches to one side then the other. Many were weaving +3 feet, either incapable or unwilling to maintain a straight line. In between the weaving, the wobbling-- oh, such wobbling! Those coming from the opposite direction are at minimum two wide-- which combined with the weaving, takes up every inch of the trail's width. It was a bit like playing Frogger. Some days, it is genuinely safer out on the roads with the cars.
When a person on a hardtail MTB rides right down the centerline of the trail with their 800mm bars, they're pretty much impossible to pass.
