A few months ago, I was riding along a canal towpath with a mate following me. Approaching me was a massive bloke with his dog. There was a bit of space to pass so I moved onto the grass to avoid him . He then moved in front of me and grabbed my handlebars and started shouting obscenities about cyclists in general, and offering me and my bike a dip in the canal. By now, my mate had arrived. Now back in the day, my mate was a bit of a handful and certainly knew how to look after himself (unlike me). Next minute, the two of them were rolling on the muddy ground wrestling and not in a friendly way with lots of swearing and shouting. Eventually, they ended up with my mate lying with his top half hanging over the freezing water with this guy on top of him . I was pulling at the guys arm to try and pull him back but he was too heavy. I was panicking now, thinking that if he goes in the water and we are miles from home, he’s going to get hyperthermia. Eventually, after being asked several times if he had had enough, my mate conceded that he had. The giant then let him go, and continued his walk up the canal, still shouting about fucking cyclists. Looking back, as I was trying to pull them back from the water I can remember that the guy’s dog was standing there quietly watching the scene unfold as if it was something that happened every day.
Very scary at the time and haven’t been back to that stretch of the canal since.