Gator SkinsI ride frequntly infrequent. Usually just to go get groceries, or on a whim becasue I've eating the human equivelant of pig slop (Carl's Jr or Panda Express) for the day's meals. I've been thinking about a runner that I buzzed past while on a paved trail. I moved to the left lane to pass him, watching him carefully just in case he changes lanes. As I got closer, I noticed he had headphones in, so I didn't bother squaking out "On your left!" or the classic "Yo!". I don't have a bell either. Typically, I'll try and stay as quiet as I can and scoot past runners, moms with strollers, or old couples (each with with dual hiking sticks). More often than not, they'll freak out and jump either to the left or the right, even though I always call out the left. So it's a 50/50 that I'll have to hit the brakes and act like it was my fault. Back to the guy in front of me - my quiet pass method was in full effect as I clenched my bars and butthole, and picked up a little speed. It was the…
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