Heading alongside the tramline, couple ahead (I shall be as unkind to label them as neds) walking a big dog in the same direction as me, veering off the path and back on. People walking the other way, I stop pedalling and slow weeeeeellll before reaching them, down to walking pace a good ten yards back to let the people coming the other way pass. I then take a wiiiiiiiide sweep past them, and only once clear start to accelerate properly again. At which point I hear a shout of, "Whit's wrang wi' usin' yer bell like?"
I declined to engage in pointless conversation.