At least with the Snot Rocket, the fierce nasal inhale gives the target half a second of warning

"Oh man! He's got radar lock on us"

I have been the triathlete in the position of being embarrassed!

I'm a female triathlete who is, shall we say, not at all well endowed in the chest area. I'm totally at peace with this, generally makes life easier and more comfortable.

Approaching the dismount line, the official on the line is helpfully alerting competitors and shouts to me "dismount here please sir!....[looks at me more closely]....oh, er, I mean, ma'am"

I've never found it anything but funny! Don't sweat it :)

It's been a while since I have visited this side of our forum. I must confess to checking you out as your recent postings on the other side have intrigued.

My inglorious moment was similar to yours only mine was outright blatant. Near the last grouping into the water often meant a crowded field to navigate through on the bike. While out cruising well and fast ( many years ago this was) and in the zone of blissful focus, out of the blue I yell out, "Move over fat cow!" to a young lady who was blocking my pass while she was riding as the outboard member of an abreast grouping of three. We did exchange glances as I crossed the double line to execute the pass. Never ever had I said anything so mean spirited while in competition and I have no idea what possessed me to say such a nasty thing. I was troubled immediately, but not so much too slow down and offer an apology.

Within a mile or two of finishing the bike, I rolled my front tire off the rim hitting an exposed lip of a manhole cover, the wheel locked up and I flew over the handlebars and rolled into the ditch with an immediately apparent broken collarbone.

My first thought while sitting there was that there was some immediate and violent karma. I then hoped that the young lady, who actually was nowhere near that size status in stature, was able to recognize my misfortune and correctly identify me as the ogre with a foul mouth as she passed by the ambulance and then feel justice was well served.

In a triathlon, had someone spend the majority of the bike leg blatantly drafting off me. Eventually I told him "back off or pass!" He replied "No way, you are doing awesome, keep it up!". At that point I realized how bad my allergies were and that the congestion was really making it hard to breathe ... so I cleared out all the congestion. I heard a long string of curses from the drafter and never saw him again.

What was it that you felt so strongly about to invite him to "step off the bike so we could chat about it?"

The wheel-sucking or the mocking?