Gravel road riding in farm country with a few team mates. Road by a large barn with a few country boys enjoying adult beverages. Previous encounters in this area involved rolling coal and middle fingers. An hour later on the return loop home we prepared for the worst (unleashed dogs, beer can toss, etc).

LeBrun, who declined to identify the man, said he was driving a four-door sedan and was alone in the car when he decided to jump out and take his clothes off.
The incident occurred shortly after 8:30 a.m., police said. The man was upset he couldn’t get through the Merrick Avenue and Privado Road intersection because it was blocked for the marathon, LeBrun said.
“He parked his car and walked into the middle of the pack of runners, screaming anti-government rhetoric,” LeBrun said. “He kind of jumped in there and also started running a little bit.”

Russian Beluga Caviar...

About 20-30 1 oz tins at a T-Intersection a couple miles from the International Airport.

Most tins were pretty smashed up, but I still was able to gather about 10 undamaged tins.

Luckily weather had been cool and they had bee shaded (by tall grass and the railing), so the product was still good.

Turned out to be an expensive find anyway, as I had to come up with some appropriate bubbly...

Toby wrote:

Is Kettle Run Road less than 12 parsecs?

No, but I certainly have done it in less. I've outrun Imperial starships, not the local bulk-cruisers, mind you. I'm talking about the big Corellian ships now

Big deal . . . tell us what's important: Do you have the current KOM on that segment?

While I'm here, I may as well play along. These happened within the last 3 years . . .

1. Sunday afternoon training ride. The route comes to a "T" in the road. At the "T", there's a silver PT Cruiser sitting still with the driver's door open and, on the wrong side of the road going the same direction, a small white sedan. Leaning in to the passenger's window of the sedan is a young woman in a sheer-ish formal evening gown and/or nightgown, extremely low cut and with a slit up to about the waist. The sedan leaves and, as I approach the intersection, the woman in the evening/nightgown walks back toward me. She calls out, "Is there a flasher on your bicycle?" (Huh?) I slow, but don't stop, respond "No," and rapidly turn left and up the hill at max speed.

2. Riding in rural Summitville, Tennessee at about 8:00 a.m. Walking up the road is a young woman in an 80's classic short yellow poofy dress with cut-out sleeves, non-matching boots, and a purple spiky half-mohawk, and she's carrying a large black bowling ball (no bag). (There's not a bowling alley for at least 20 miles in any direction.) We say, "good morning." She says something about how hot we look in Spandex. We don't stop.

She calls out, "Is there a flasher on your bicycle?" (Huh?) I slow, but don't stop, respond "No," and rapidly turn left and up the hill at max speed.

Where do you live haha and I would definitely stop next time and just f*ck with these people lol

Middle Tennessee . . . and life's experiences have taught me not to spend time around mad dogs or crazy, half-dressed women. Life's too long for that.

I don't think she was asking if you had a blinking light on your bike.

1) Been flashed w/ hooters
2) Saw a guy riding a unicycle in downtown Berkeley at midnight wearing a full body pink spandex suit that covered head-to-toe.
3) Saw an escaped psychiatric patients roaming the streets

I'm still not sure what she was after . . . but good sense prevailed over curiosity. I didn't need to know.

Another weird experience that probably loses something in translation . . .

We were riding on a familiar road on Christmas Eve a few years back. It was a cold, rainy day. Up ahead, I see a guy pulled to the side of the road. He's on a 26" mountain bike and he's wearing a tattered orange jump suit under a tattered brown winter coat. He's got a big pack on his back. He has a very long, unkempt, graying beard and long, unkempt, graying hair under a floppy brown western hat. He looks exactly like the "bear man" in the 2010 movie version of "True Grit." He flags us down to stop us -- his mannerisms portray a great deal of urgency -- as if there is grave danger ahead.

Once we stop, this guy's mannerisms are exactly like the "bear man" in True Grit. Even his voice -- the tone, the halting cadence, the accent -- it's as if the "bear man" has copped a mountain bike and come out for a ride. (If you don't know the "bear man" character, find him on YouTube. "Is anyone in need of medical attention?") At any rate, he warns us of a very large loose dog up ahead. (We know the dog.) He explains that the dog is extremely dangerous and that we should carefully reconsider our route. He points to a tattered leg of his jumpsuit and notes that "the animal I speak of is the dog that just did this to my clothing." He then says that, "If I encounter the dog again, I will strike him upside the head with this here machete!" whereupon he draws the machete up over his head out of its holster strapped to his back.

We assure him that we are prepared to meet the dog and defend ourselves, if necessary. (In this part of rural Tennessee, most cyclists ride armed, in case of mad dogs or rednecks.) Suitably assured, the "bear man" allows us to pass. As we ride away, before we say another word, we turn to each other simultaneously and say to each other, in our best "bear man" voices, "Is anyone in need of medical attention?" Hilarious.

We named the Strava segment on that stretch in his honor. It's "Bear Man's Trail."