Went out for a lunch ride today -gosh, I just love SFBA winters (could use some more rain, though)- and I stopped to chat with a fellow about his little mini Doxie. He looked me and my over and asked: "Are you a cyclist?" Without hesitation, I replied: "I AM a cyclist". This gave me great pause for thought for the rest of my ride. To me, a cyclist (as opposed to a "bike rider") is that the bike and my time on it is a fundamental part of my life. I ain't never gonna race and I sure ain't no mountain goat but within the boundaries of what I do, my rides are as much a part of me as oxygen. Somewhere, I crossed a line. No going back, now. I love the pain.