Originally Posted by Skipjacks

The creepiest thing that ever happened to me on a long ride was last summer.

It was that random day where I was the fastest guy on the trail. (It was a slow day. Not very crowded. I wasn't Mr. Racebike or anything). But that detail is important to the story.

At the start of the trail this very distinctive kid asked me for directions. Larger kid. Ratty Metallica t shirt. Day glow yellow mountain bike. Very memorable. I gave him directions and rode off away from him.

Anyway the entire day I didn't get passed by anyone. Not a single person.

About 7 miles up the trail this same kid is sitting on a bench ahead of me. I think...that's odd as I roll past him and keep riding.

At 11 miles there is another rest stop and there is the same kid again sitting on another bench...like he'd been there for an hour.

Freaked me the eff out.

There is no possible way he was riding on the cross roads as it would be at least twice the millage to pass me on the winding hilly streets that meander around the relatively flat straight line rail trial.

I still think about this incident. I still can't explain it.

I'm sure there is some logical explanation for it but I can't figure it out.