Back in the day, when I was more righteous and less forgiving commuting cyclist, I would chase bad apples down and chew them out. I think I only ever changed the behavior of one person (she rode meekly behind me for the rest of the trip after I told her to slow down on a very crowded bike trail) but, you know, it felt kind of good.
I don’t do that anymore. Little more concerned about someone going apeshit on me.
These days I get to commute about 95% of my way on a greenbelt trail and more often what I have to deal with is peds who are completely clueless about how much trail they are taking up when they stop in the middle of to dig something out of their bag or have a conversation. The irony is that I am lucky enough to be able to ride on a recreational trail but only enjoy it when it’s empty of people out recreating.
