That's funny. Last weekend a couple friends and I did an extensive ride that starts with an eight-mile climb on a "beginner level" fire road. Almost always you'll see other riders or hikers on this segment. The beginners turn around and go back. The big dogs keep going toward the real trails.
That particular day there were a lot of riders on gravel/XC style bikes. They were spread out in clusters over several miles. Many wore the same lame jersey that looked like something from the 90's. All were middle-aged scrawny guys and frail looking women. None appeared especially talented. I assumed they were part of a club.
What they all had it common were that none of them were friendly. Some appeared to be grumpy or even a little snotty. We encountered the last group on a wide section of trail, maybe 15 feet wide. I greeted them with a "good morning," and passed on the far side, into the rough. So did my friend, who was a lady. I don't know if that's relevant. As I passed, I heard, "ebike!" in an unfriendly tone. As she passed, I heard, "ebike!" again. Then as she passed the last one, the rider mumbled something like, "You need to announce yourself louder!"
I wasn't sure that I heard correctly, so I let my friend catch up and we discussed it. We agreed that the group was unnecessarily rude. When we caught up with our other friend, he mentioned how unfriendly these wankers were. I was kind of amused, because I'm somewhat capable, physically. And these gravel/xc guys all seemed on the weak and scrawny side. I wouldn't expect a little weak guy to go around trying to pick a fight with someone who could easily throw them off the cliff. I attributed their behavior to a bad case of Chihuahua Syndrome. What's strange is that there was a whole club of these people. The name of their club must be the Angry Chihuahua Mountain Bike Gang.