I am going to apologize right now to Calyx because I know she personally HATES this type of expression, but it is all for a good cause. Namely making me feel better about myself. :o)
Ever since I first heard this expression from JohnnyTri and Formulaic I was intrigued (and HIGHLY amused because it had happened to them) Apparently, men do not like to get passed by women. This is true on the bike, the run, or even the swim. It does not seem to matter if they are a good 75 pounds overweight and have been running or riding for 3 weeks and the woman is Paula Radcliffe, it makes them quite pissy and they will do everything in their power to repass said woman. If they get passed and subsequently dropped like a used condom they call it being 'chick'd.'
Now, I get chick'd, dude'd, and even little kid'd all the time, so it hardly phases me. But I am NEVER the chick-er.
Here my chick-ing story..
I went for a long ride with LA Run Buddy. Neither of us were feeling particularly inspired and started late, so pretty early on our planned 50 mile ride turned into a revised plan 30 mile ride. We rode in Woodside which is Hardcore Bicyclist Central for Northern California. So we were two of the handful of riders out there that were not in full cycling kits or riding bikes that cost more than my car. (FYI: 'kit' is the cool-kid name for their little matchy-matchy cycling outfits)
Anyhoo, back to the chick-ing. We are riding up a hill and I am in front because LA Run Buddy is much faster than me and she drops my ass if she leads, so I, being the lowest common denominator, usually set the pace. I am trying to push because I always feel like I am holding LA Run Buddy back and we come up on a fit looking guy on a nice bike. We pass him. I say good morning, he smiles and says good morning back (I know, he was nice, so telling this story is kind of mean, but it may never happen again)
About 10 minutes later we are on another climb (the one that turns into the big ass climb you see in the profile) and he re-passes us, and he is obviously working hard. He smiles. I smile. We all continue to climb, but pretty soon the hill starts to get to him and we pass him again. I say "Hello again!" He smiles back, but it is a little tighter this time. My legs were feeling pretty great so I kept pushing up the hill, when we turned up another hill we saw him still coming, but he never passed us again.
I am not an expert on such things, but I think this qualifies as having chick'd someone.
On another note. Here is a letter to two of our fellow Sunday morning cyclists:
Dear $6,000 Bike Riding, Wearers of Cycle Kits from a Team you PAY to be on:
I understand that you are entirely too cool to be bothered to say "on your left" as you pass the likes of me. And I realize that to you I am no more than a round, purple and pink annoyance on the road. But if you do choose to silently pass me, altogether too close I might add, please have the decency to not stop pedaling 10 feet in front of me, start riding two across with your buddy, and chatting about how small your penises are or whatever the fuck you were chatting about. Your half-ass pedaling and frequent coasting leaves me trapped behind your skinny asses constantly having to adjust my speed and thinking of ways to remove said tiny penises.
The chick in purple and pink that held your wheel all the way back to town (even when you finally did try to drop her)