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Originally Posted by Airboy
Plus I have gotten to use to riding gravel where people wave at you.
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This still sounds like an urban legend to me. Or, I should say, rural. Aren't the prairies supposed to have a pseudo-Texan vibe? It sure felt like it whenever I went to the sticks from Winnipeg, which wasn't all that uncommon due to connections with a girlfriend and other friends with roots in rural Manitoba and Saskatchewan.
There are a lot of jackasses in pickup trucks around Stratford who drive like, uh, jackasses. When they aren't tossing empty beer cans out the window. Yeah, I've seen it happen, and the evidence is there for all to see in spring before the grass covers it up. More to the point, I only ride a concession or two on gravel maybe every third ride, seeing as how I'm on a road bike, but I've never encountered anyone slow down as they pass and their tires shoot stones at me, much less wave.
Then again, I'm doing my best to keep upright and avoid loose gravel as I hug the edge of the bare tire track while they drive by at 100 km/h, so maybe they really are waving and I just don't see it?