Things are different in the big city.
Yesterday I was riding and went whizzing by a big pack of lycras waiting to turn at a light, out on their sunday misery ride. Riding the grocery getter, which tops out at 19mph, they were eventually able to catch me. They paced me awhile, and we had a nice conversation about the e bike, how it's helped me so much recovering from the effects of west nile virus. After a few miles, I turned off to go to the flea market, and they rode on.
Same experience more or less, when I've talked with people on the dirt single tracks. It's just a mellower place to live around here. Now, those ladies that want to walk 4 abreast on the multi use path, that think bikes should not be allowed on the bike path, that's a different story. They get all TOWANDA, and think they own the trail.
Funny story about the lifties, for 20 years they thought I was stone crazy, for skinning up the mountain to snarfle up the fresh powder outside the ski area. Day the pow fell I'd beat them to the untracked all day on my telemark skis, but the next day with the area all tracked out I'd go climb the mountain next door, and ski some really juicy lines. I'd have an igloo built out there, often spending 2 or 3 days out of bounds. I'd swing over to the area for lunch every day though. :lol: