Tell us about your weekend ride

Aw, seeing that reminds me of stopping to buy milk at Balclutha before turning southwards to camp at Curio Bay, and getting stuck behind about a thousand muddy cows being moved along the road.

Yup, it's a stereotype for a reason. The first few times I didn't know what to do, now I just drive/ride straight into them and they get out of the way pretty sharpish. Unlike horses...

None of them moved or showed me any interest.

My recurring experience with them was always a bit like when you're walking along and someone is walking directly towards you, and you both turn in the same direction to avoid each other, then turn again, then end up almost walking into each other before saying 'sorry' and working something out, except that the other person is a trotting horse and you're on a very fast-moving bicycle.