Well, really it could be anyone but if I stick the word Triathlon in here enough times people will hit on this like crazy….
What I am really speaking of is holier than thou middle aged douchbag triathlete (DT’s for short). You know, the kind that believe they are going mach 3. That if their heart rate dropped below 175 the entire ride is ruined. The kind that are too busy to acknowledge your existence or look at your somewhat pudgy belly and old bicycle and write you off as a know nothing, hogging the road wasting space kind of person.
Yes, I had an experience with that type today. Riding along with a lady friend of mine side by side in an approved bicycle path near one of the national parks here. Loafing, going about 12mph and this triathlete- You know the type in about 3 milliseconds. The requisite sleeveless jesery, the specialized bicycle yadda, yadda. Says quite loudly. “You cannot ride side by side on a road like this.” Huh? It’s an official bicycle path for Gods sake. I would have been o.k. if he had introduced himself then said it but no. Instead of keeping his mis-informed opinion to himself he is the cop of the bike world.
So, You know since these Tri Guy Douches go so fast it took me about 15 second to catch him at which point he was riding with his buddy DT guy and one tells the other to put the hammer down and strip me off. Nice.
Yes, he even looked a bit like this. Buff, tattoos and the bracelet of course…..
the speed increased. Wish these were the old days but honestly it was something I could only comfortably keep up for 5 minutes or so and didn’t want to bury my fat ass and I was a mile ahead of my riding partners so I fell back and rejoined my comrades.
He was at the local stop up the road. I parked, had some water. He left and I pointed him out to a friend of mine. He saw it. That is when the chest puffing began. I started it. But this moron circles the parking lot looking for a fight. Tells me I put him in the road and that is why he told me off. Let me say here. I was the closest one to the dirt side. My partner was well within the white line. DT (douchbag tri-guy) could have waited until it was safe to pass but he did not.
Next his buddy DT says “you just couldn’t hang on” My next response which was my only verbal comment of the altercation was “I didn’t want to, I am riding with my friends”
I ignore the stupid DT from then on, which only just annoys him further but he finally goes away. Crisis averted.
I am sure every generation says this but common courtesy has become less and less prevalent. A simple hello could have made this a lot easier. I really have no idea what kind of planet some of these guys come from.
So why do I hate some DT’s? This guy was obviously very fit (tall, buff, shaved) but on a bike he was slow as molasses. That is not uncommon for a DT. Both of these guys handling skills were non-existent (squirrely and very common for a DT) It’s a Sunday out at the park, not a time for racing (It is always time for racing for a douche.) More money than brains. Yes, the DT is infamous for being hypnotized by Cervelo adds. Best of all. The douche triathlete always has to be sporting a deep dark tan and wear practically nothing even though we live in the desert with high incidences of skin cancer. Skin cancer is the coolest!
Why not work hard, play hard but take a bit of time to smell the roses eh?