30 miles last eve.
I was in the midst of my cycling activity, near the
Town of Farragut line, when a several motorcyclists passed me. Not proper motorcycles, but the smaller-sized ones. Most of the riders looked like teenagers.
One, who looked older, ended up in the back, and slowed down in the median lane. I thought he might be a "leader," waiting for the last rider of something. But no, he then went to the other side of the lane, over the curve, and onto the grass.
As I approached, he said, "Do you want a push?" I'm not sure, but he might have been serious.
(I was going up a minor hill, NBD.)
I shook my head no, and kept motoring on. He waved back as he passed me.