You were doing well up that hill into Eccleston, and we were quite happy to sit behind you in the car until there was room to pass wide. Waving us to go past, when there was clearly another car coming the other way, and we'd have had to pass far to close to make it, and then looking irritable at us for waiting, was a bit off.
Damn cyclists. Ok, it was hot, and he was working hard, but it's not like we were revving the engine or anything. If we'd passed when he waved us through, no doubt he'd be complaining now about bloody drivers passing too close in the face of oncoming traffic.