I enjoy talking to most cyclists. However, I enjoy talking to some more than others.
I rode my usual route today, a 55 mile round trip from home in Chicago to Lake Forest and back. I pass through some of the wealthiest neighborhoods in Illinois. The route along Sheridan Rd is popular with cyclists.
About 45 miles into my route, I stopped at a coffee bar. It was cool, about 38f, and the sun would start to set in about an hour.
When I arrived, a younger guy on a nice Cervelo was about to pull out. He was chatty, said he needed boot covers and that the chill was uncomfortable. I was agreeable, told him tomorrow would be warmer, near fifty. He really wanted to talk; I was brief and thinking about a cup of coffee.
On the way out, an older man was pulling in on an old-school Bianchi. I complemented on his bike. He talked about meeting many riders who keep young with the help of cycling. We discussed our age and our bikes. I was much more comfortable talking to a guy closer to my age on a craigslist bike than the younger guy on his $$$$ bike.
It's odd, the younger guy was just as pleasant as the older guy.
Am I a reverse snob?