I'm in the bagel shop waiting for an egg sandwich to come off the grill when a septuagenarian sitting at a table asks me about my CR1 ("looks like a good bike"). I explain to him that I ride the fast bike on days I meet my friends for some laps in Central Park but my folding bike other days. He explains that he's just getting to biking and asks how I go to Central Park. I tell him the routes I take to get to Williamsburg, etc. He asks if there's a NYC bike map and I say "sure, get a free one at most bike shops". As I'm saying this I realize that I have a copy in my backpack which I whip out and give to him to keep figuring I'll get to a bike shop before he does to replace it. I feel all warm and fuzzy now.