Scene: Wheel and OB just finishing up their first lap at Wirth and heading off for their second. A group of guys hanging at the trail head...obviously resting between laps. Wheel starts out with OB in pursuit, the following exchange occurs:
Little Dweeby Boy-Man: The couple that bikes together stays together!
TOB: Got that right!
Little Dweeby Boy-Man: As long as he goes slow enough!
- The crotchety Old skewer that guy and roast him over open flames Bag
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I bet that comment made him feel like a REAL man for just a brief moment in time. JERK!
Ouch. Everything about that spells pain; I can feel it radiate outward...
I only heard Little Dweeby Boy-Man's first little squeal out of the corner of my ear as I started down the trail and then a moment later an uncharacteristically loud and harsh NO!!! generally reserved for hollering at one of the critters about to make off with her dinner.
Had I heard Little Dweeby Boy-Man's second squeak, I would have retorted that when riding with the former racer than introduced me to the sport, that's just never been an issue. It's OK though since I know from his comment that he's never known a real woman, nor is he ever likely to since he wouldn't be able to keep up to her.
If I hadn't been so far down the trail I'd have let him know that I know my way around a piece of singletrack quite well, thank you very much.
As it was, an immediate irritation descended over my attitude...soon to be lifted by a wonderful morning in the woods!
OB, you should have challenged him to some spirited cycling show-offery! Let him know who he was messin' with. I hate an idiot - I am fortunate that I'm usually pretty quick on my feet. I can deliver up harsh, pointed words in a heartbeat.
WD, I love a man who defends his woman's honor!
on one of our first organized rides someone rode by Jenny who was walking up a really steep hill and said "Ever heard of a thing called training". She didn't tell me about it until after the ride or I would have pulled a Rambo on him.
People don't realize what a bummer their seemingly insignificant statements are. One the one hand, we've made great strides to be where we currently are (even if it is walking up a hill, we're THERE!), and on the other hand the statement is based in stereotype.
Sorry, lack of hormones and old age make me crabby and I tend to rant. In which generation did we stop teaching "If you don't have anything GOOD to say . . . "? OB, I pull comments while walking fairly frequently - everything from "Hey, Baby" to "Right on, Granny!" To "Hey, Baby" I say, "Not your Baby, not your Mama!" To "Right on, Granny!", I say "Get your butt out of your car and join me mile for mile." Do you notice that only men remark? Never women, in my experience. Sorry, guys! I really like men, but when there's an idiot to be exposed, it's typically been male, in my experience.
Well, Limes, I chalk it up to posturing when one's hanging with one's testosterone crowd. I've seen it pointed at men during estrogen gatherings -- not as often, but it can be just as crude.
The frustrating part was that I was in the midst of a fairly decent log pile so my concentration was elsewhere until it hit me: "did he really say what I thought he said?!?"
At any rate, stereotypes lead to stereotypes: obvious in my naming him Little Dweeby Boy-Man. Guilty!
Oh, of course! We give as good as we get. It doesn't make us pretty. It just makes us feel better.
Can't we all just get along?
You should have pulled a "Breaking Away" and stuck your pump in his wheel and sent him for a ride. If you really wanted to taunt him at that point you could let out an innocent "Did I do that?!?!"
Um, wasn't HE the one that was resting?...
Perhaps he was jealous of Wheel. Sounds like it to me.
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