Today on the hill between the Farmington river flats and T'ville I passed a lady on an ancient English 3 speed.
She was a little over weight, and her long grey hair was flowing in the breeze as she clicked and creaked her way up the hill, with her $5 foot long hanging from the bars. Smiling in the afternoon sun.
That's what it's all about; just enjoying the ride.
Oh yeah, and to the douche bag in the '73 vette who gunned it as he passed me belching out a noxious fart, we all know your car is to compensate for your small penis.