So I met up with some friends I do some business with at a beach in Chicago and I rode down there. Well the beached closed so I headed home and passed some of the local hooligans and ne'er-do-wells who were labeling passers by with nicknames and such based on their appearance.
I was called "Lance Armstrong". Granted not my first choice but it was better than "fat guy on a little bike" which I have not so lovingly gotten before.
I should have offered to race them (they ALL had some nice bikes for being in their teens..... ) bike for bike but didn't think of it till after I was on my way. Maybe next time I will and end up with a nice single speed or other road bike.