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One more thing. Twice in

One more thing. Twice in as many months, people in cars have stopped me riding hard up the crest of the steep hill just before my home to ask me for directions. Both times I have stopped. Both times I have been amazed and annoyed. The only reason for this behavior I can figure is that I'm more accessible than someone closed up in an a/c'd car and thus it's easier to stop me, though the first time the dork cut me off in the road (him I was ready to KILL) before asking the directions. When I told L about this when I got home she said "next time don't stop." Why didn't I think of that?