Little old ladies

We had a lazy morning taking down camp, made lazier by Spring Forward - which only our devices knew about!
We took the Old Haul Rd, which is now a pedestrian/cyclist/horse rider path from the SP into Fort Bragg.
Lots of people out walkin', runnin', bikin' on a fine, sunny 50' day.
Then we saw them: four little old ladies, four abreast across the path. We were riding single file, with front and rear lights flashing. They didn't flinch. Was it gonna be a Mexican standoff? The three farthest from us moved, a little; leaving the leader (oldest, smallest), lookin' straight ahead. She didn't give an inch; even when her compadres gave he a little encouragement. I reckon' she must be spendin' her nights watchin' reruns of old spaghetti westerns, that old tough broad.
I just hope she doesn't drive.