On my ride home last night on the MUT, I came across someting I've never seen before. There was a guy doing situps on the MUT.:idea: He was 90 degrees to the direction of travel on my right side. From about the armpits down, he was off the trail, with the top of him on the paved path. I came by at about 25mph (had a tail wind) and I could have easily just ridden over his neck. I noticed him from a good distanceaway, and there was no one coming in the other direction at the time, so it wasn't like I came close to him. But as I went by, I said "That's a good way to lose your head!". If I had been riding along side someone, chatting away, and there was someone coming the other direction, this guy could have gotten the 23c axe. Makes you wonder about some people.

He was just putting the "MU" in "MUT" to the test...

At least he didn't set up a weight bench or an exercycle...:rolleyes:

That guy's a bonehead. I saw a sight last summer that was even dumber: While on a ride way out in the country I found myself parallel to some train tracks. There was a guy jogging on the tracks, making it a point to hit every single rail road tie, like some kind of foot ball drill... Ipod in one hand, those notorious white ear phones in each ear!
I pointed frantically behind him and he whipped around and almost tripped... maybe he learned.

Seriously, what is with people?

Arby.

A football player I knew in college was doing that, running at night on the track that he thought had oncoming trains. He didn't know that the other track was undergoing maintenance so trains were alternating in both directions on the one track that he was running on.

So he hears the train coming behind him (this was before walkmans, much less iPods) and sees the light shining from behind him, but assumes that the train is on the other track.

The engineer sounds the horn several times, but my friend ignores it. Doesn't even turn around to look. The engineer sees that the guy's a total dipsh*t and hits the brakes, bringing the train to an almost complete stop before it hits my friend just hard enough to send him sprawling. At that point, the engineer climbs down from the cab and after ascertaining that my friend was alive and well, proceeds to accomplish with his fists a large part of what he had just prevented the train from doing.

Around five years after I graduated, I got a copy of the alumni magazine that listed this guy as deceased. I never found out the cause, but figured that Darwin figured prominently.