I now know for sure that I'm back in the game. Took the Globe out yesterday for a short ride around Lake Murray.
Soon enough, I spotted a 30-something guy up ahead, riding a pink girly bike, pulling a Bob trailer with what was probably his two year old daughter aboard.
I put the pedal to the metal and torqued my speed up to well in excess of ten miles per hour (I'm guessing), and soon dropped him like a bad habit.
My manhood confirmed, I rode with renewed confidence the remainder of the ride.