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Went out on the SS for a jaunt with Julie. About 10 miles. On the way back in there is a little creek. It can usually be crossed on the side with minimal water. It is pretty full though. Last night I got there and noticed some plywood so I thought, cool the bike stays clean if I just step over. Well, it is almost dark and there is this dude on a K2 razorback like Julie rides. I have spoken on the trail and he kind of blows me off. They end up right behind us at the end of the ride. I get off and step on the wood. This dude spashes in and goes, "it's ridable. Why get off?" I say I don't want mud on my bike and he goes, "simple green works wonders." I say whatever and think he is an idiot that rides in the mud too. The trails here don't do well and since I am a steward it just pisses me off. Well the funny part is, he gets on my tail like he wants to race and goes "right behind you." I take off down a twisty little section about 1 1/4 miles long. I get to the end and wait on Julie and it is well over 2 minutes before this cat surfaced. Anyway he came out and didn't say a word. I spoke to them all and the last lady with him says, "excuse me what did you say?" in a bitchy tone. I replied that I said have a great evening, since I really am a very cordial person. Funny that peeps are like they are. I was nice and they were bitchy. At least I rested knowing that some pussy that won't ride through the mud didn't hand me my ass riding 34-16 gearing up a hill.