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Hemi: I USED to be a cyclist, but I fell off the wagon...:) Speaking of that, I walk every day on this narrow but pretty walking (WALKING) trail around Lake Crabtree in Cary. OK, so I am walking and daily, without fail, these freaking Yankees on their Tour De Fart Special wearing wannabee lookatme spandex are FLYING on this 2.5 foot wide trail, hollering "TO THE LEFT!! TO THE LEFT!!" I have to dodge and duck and twist and turn about 100 times for each leisure "walk" on the F'n WALKING TRAIL. Does not matter either what time of day. I usually get up at 6AM and hit it. Its freaking daybreak and the Yankees are their on their cycles hauling ass and getting their rock off watching their heroes last night on the Tour snob race recap. Meanwhile, my minature Schnauzer Max has to hop around and take his life in his hands and piss whenever he gets the chance whilst spandex laced fat assed freaks fly down the WALKING trail. Like I said, this trail is in the woods, unlit, and has move curves than a snake. And is about 30 inches wide. Oh, but a green oak limb would do wonders. I cannot tell you the times I have envisioned myself in Knight garb, complete with a jousting stick. I could pretty well screw up some cycles for sure. "Take THAT, you demon beast!!" As I thust my jousting limb deep into the bowels of the evil Schwinn beast, as I, Sir Rick, protect the WALKING trail around Lake Crabtree again from the scourage beast...the infamous Numnuttus 2wheellius. Dogs everywhere would celebrate the sanitizing of the walking trail, for all animals needs to have defecating santuary within the confines of screne walking trails everywhere.