I'm top posting because I don't want to change what Chalo wrote.
Any who, Chalo, I wave or give "the Nod" to all cyclists I pass on the
road. And, I take no umbrage with those that don't nod or wave back. I
figure they just didn't see me.
As far as motorcyclists go, I don't make an effort to wave, simply because
they are usually too far away to even notice me. However, when I stop
next to a [censored]'n bike at a stoplight I do give the rider their "props" on
a bike well done.
(I'm soon to rejoin the motorcycle brotherhood myself.)
Oh yea, I wear "the cyclists uniform" too.
Chalo said:I spend more time on my motorbike than on my pushbikes most weeks, and
I get to take part in the motorcyclists' quaint tradition of waving to
each other when they pass on the road. (VW bus drivers do this too, I
remember.) Rare is the motorcyclist who intentionally refuses this
gesture to his two-wheeled motoring brethren. Even racer-wannabees
and outlaw-biker-wannabees, otherwise largely at odds, will extend the
hand of greeting to each other in passing.
Being in the habit of delivering the friendly wave at a second's
notice, I often find myself waving to bicyclists when out riding my
own bicycle.
Yesterday, I was riding my big blue chopper Babe down the waterfront
bike lanes to meet some of my Dead Baby Bikes club compatriots.
Riding high and mighty, and sporting my club colors, I was making a
point of delivering the wave to all the cyclists who passed my way. A
lot of them, maybe most, replied in kind. Many did not, and most of
those seemed willful about it. No big deal, of course, but there was
something in common with all those who did not wave or smile or say
hello.
To a one, those riders who seemed to ignore my greeting were Cycling
Enthusiasts in uniform-- wearing Lycra in colors not found in nature,
topped with styrofoam hats, riding road bikes of recent vintage and
uncomfortable-looking rider position. Along with their regalia they
wore expressions between serious and grim. They rode by, all of them,
as if they failed to notice the near-7-foot, near-400-pound guy on a
6-foot tall chopper waving to them as they passed.
Yet all the other folks on bikes (the ones wearing mostly real
clothes, regardless of the type of bike or speed with which they rode)
had some kind of acknowledging response, mostly very friendly.
Is this consistent with anyone else's experience?
Are folks who wear "Superduperbikeman" getups playing some character
role from which they fear to depart?
What's the deal?
Chalo Colina
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