I thought I was all alone, hating the clueless on the Springwater Corridor, and then I read HEY MORON from Tuesday. Thanks anonymous!
I've taken to riding bizarrely early to avoid these self important, constantly babbling gear freaks with no concern for anyone but THEIR spandex asses, screw the community at large.
The pairs are the worst, because they have to shout and spew to each other while riding. What is so fucking important that you can't shut your yap and focus on breathing and enjoying the ride...oh, I forgot, NO ONE IS LOOKING AT YOU you immature shit.