Lucky you. I meet groups of six or eight or so occasionally. On the trice it's nightmarish (boom boom) because at least some of them will get agitated, and then they all get jumpy.
This am while out on the Scott, I met a single French dinner carrying a large lady rider. It got VERY agitated and nearly tossed her off (fnar fnar), despite the fact I was stopped immediately thanks to my new fangled hydraulic disc brakes. "ooh..." she says, he doesn't like bikes, the scare him... makes him jumpy and they fly down here..." which is the ideal sort of horse to be riding on the street of Manchester isn't it, eh?
