Multiple. Well, 3 to be precise.
Ok, so I'm a 57 year old man wearing warm overtrousers struggling into a headwind on a 15 year old Ridgeback. With mudguards.
You three are clearly much younger, much fitter, wearing skintight bibsuits and chasing each other up the hill on carbon fuck-me-how-much bikes. I know that, there's no need to rub it in by passing me with a foot clearance with not such much as a raised Le Col encased hand, let alone a friendly greeting to cheer me on a cold climb.
Arrogant cocks.