That's typically how I am. If I'm blowing up, I'll yield to my 6 year old. If I'm feeling good and racing though, you're gonna have to work to pass me.
I race singlespeed, so I am always involved in passing and being passed (I pass on climbs, get passed well ... every other f*cking place
😱 ...) I try to always be nice to people and give them their line, whether I am the one passing or the one being passed -- but there were three times in the last year or so when I was invovled in passing altercations (that may be too strong a word.) At Fair Hill back in April, there was a point where a guy in my own class wanted to pass me, but I had nowhere to move to give himt he line, so I told him to wait a sec, and I think that annoyed him. I moved as soon as I could, but I think he expected me to stop and pull off the trail into the brush or something, and I'm not going to risk poison ivy or something like that even for a World Cup Pro who wants to pass. The second time was at the Stewart Sixpack, and it was totally my screw-up. They sent the women's open out before the SSers, and we caught their group shortly after the first singletrack section (right at the water climb.) I didn't want to risk any of us going down in the water, so I hung back behind one girl there, and when I thought I had a hole shot, I told her I was coming and jumped, but the hole was smaller than I thought and she was going faster than I thought, so I almost bumped her as I passed. I felt really bad about that -- it was a rookie move on my part, especially in a six hour race. I apologized, but I think she would be totally justified in thinking the guy in the 29nsingl jersey was a total d-bag.
The last one is actually the earliest and the best example of someone else being a total a-hole I have ever experienced on a ride. I was doing a training ride last season at Wissahickon and I rolled up to one of the many short power climbs behind these two guys. I told the first guy I'd like to pass because I was on a single and needed to keep my momentum. He was cool and moved aside, but when I got up to his buddy a few feet further, I said the same thing and got nothing -- no response at all. So I thought maybe he didn't hear me, so I said it again. He says, "I heard you the first time. The answer is no." I actually laughed and figured whatever. The trail widened a bit further ahead, though, and when I had the hole, I shot around him really quickly. Now, he was on a pretty burly FS rig and after the hill crested, you can kind of fly down this other rocky section pretty fast. He says, "You better not slow me down on the descent." I just called back, "Sorry man, but I suck at descending." But I thought, "You prick ... you want to run? Let's go." So I gave a few hard pedalstrokes and refused to even feather the brakes the whole way down. I kept expecting him to roll over the top of me, but I get to the bottom of the section where it drops out onto a short fire road climb to the next part of the trail, and I turn right and hammer up the hill. I get all the way up the road -- a few hundred yards -- and I turn around to see where he is. He was just exiting the descent! I wanted to go back and ask, "Umm ... why exactly did you think I would slow
you down?" But I figured he and his buddy would pummel me if I did that, so I just kept going. But seriously, I could have
walked my bike down that hill faster than he descended it. Maybe he was just having a bad day or something, but I thought at the time that this was a guy who just doesn't get riding at all. He seriously needed to recognize that this is just pedaling a bicycle on dirt -- it's
nothing to be suck a dick about. Ever.
Anyway, I generally get passed more than I pass, so I tryto be cool about it when I do come up behind someone. I never want to be a dick because, well, there are just too many other riders out therer who could pass me for me to think I'm entitled to any line. and, again -- it's bikes on dirt. It ain't that big a deal.