I’ve had 3 run-ins with this guy. The fist time I was on the Bosque path by the Rio Grande near I-40 underpass. Looking back, I saw him riding closer. At a hundred feet or so, I shrank over to one side of the 8 foot wide path, keeping my poling strokes tight to my side. Suddenly he erupts, “Hey, I’m back here!” I kept going, keeping well off to one side.
“Hey, let me go by”. He yelled.
“Go ahead.”
“Your poles were going all over the place.” He said as he rolled past.

I felt a certain rage One of these poles in his spokes and it’s all over.

“Use your imagination.” I said lamely instead. I think I meant something like. “You’ve got quite an imagination.”
“Whatever.” He accelerated away, raising one arm to his side with a pointed finger making a shooting gesture.

A second encounter, months later on the Tramway road bike path, was short. “Hey, Hey!” he snapped. as I had just looked back, Right away I knew it was that guy from last time, and I wasn’t gonna move over any farther.
“Use your words

A couple minutes passed, him calling out different complaints. “I’m trying to get by, but I don’t want to get stabbed.”
“The poles are never more than 4 inches off the ground, and right behind me.”

Finally he rolled by and I told him; “The poles are never more than 4 inches off the ground, and are going right behind me.”

“Whatever, loser.”

“Ha ha ha.” I made it innocuous, ready to stick my pole in his spokes if he made an aggressive move.

He flipped me off over his shoulder and sped off.

The next time was on Constitution Boulevard, a two lane residential street with generous bike lane. “Can we get by please.” He asked in a shrill tone. There was little traffic, and he could have managed an easy pass in the car lane, but he persisted. “Come on, can we get by?”

This time I just slowed and pulled over into the gutter lane by the sidewalk. “Craigslist” I blurted out as they passed. I meant it as a random utterance, dismissive in it’s irrelevance. I guess I hoped that for a while, maybe then, maybe later in the day, that they wondered “What in the hell did he mean by Craigslist.

A few years back I was skating down to the Tennis Club for a swim. I pushed the board out into the parking lot from between two buildings, and just then a Corvette rolled into view, into the path of my 3 foot oak Simms Longboard. The driver didn’t see the board and kept going. In exquisite timing, the front passenger side tire rolled onto the nose of the board, launching it straight up, twisting into the air.

After a breathless couple seconds, the board crashed into the windshield, creating a crystallized depression, then just sort of rolled off to the side onto the ground. I braced myself for some sort of angry confrontation, but the lady wasn’t freaked out at all. She was a cool kinda hippie, and after a few minutes we arranged an auto glass company to come and replace it. Also a relief was the price tag; $250, much less than I feared.