OK - this is not going to help solve the problem, but maybe it will bring a smile to a few faces.
YEARS ago, I am out on a one line straight paved road that has no bends for about a mile. I am working my three year old gelding in harness. On one side of the road are horse pastures filled with horses (that my horse knows). The othe side has a six foot fence that is completely overgrown with blackberry brambles up to about eight feet tall. I know that on the other side of that fence are people working on flower fields, lots of people.
Being 3, my boy is still a bit green. What 3 year old isn't? Now, it is not like we are hard to see. Here is the horse and rig.
Large, mostly white horse, pulling a four foot wide two wheeled cart. This shoudl not be hard to notice. I see the two bicyclists pull onto the road WAY down there and watch as the distance slowly gets shorter and shorter. They are riding in the exact middle of the one lane road. I move my boy closer to the fence, he flicks an ear at the noise of the people on the other side, but no worries. We are heading out at a relaxed walk.
For thier part, the bicycles dont' seem to even notice us. They are a cute couple looking at each other and talking - it looked very date like. About the time they reach us, and they still have not looked up at us, I know because my eyes are glued on them as we will be passing with less than a foot between us.
From out of nowhere, one of the people on the other side of the fence, completley unknownign that there was a horse there, toss a tarp over the fence - level with my horse's head.
Now, Shaman is a really good boy, or we would have all died right there. He did nothing more than take three steps away from the scary thing flying at him. Three steps with a bicycle less than a foot away. Do you see a problem with this? Thank goodness for him being such a good boy as it worked out just perfectly that the shaft of the cart went right into the spokes of the front wheel of the closest bike!
As the man picked himself off the gound and worked his ruined bike off my cart, he had the nerve to ask where we came from! Oh I chewed him out up one side and down the other!
My horse? As soon as he had bicycle tangled in his shaft and under his feet stopped dead and waited for me to fix it.
He got extra carrots when we got done. The guy had to call a buddy to bring a truck as that bike was toast. The girl seemed to think it was an idiot. I had to agree with her.