I remember, before coming back to cycling as an adult, driving down a somewhat congested two-lane street during "rush" hour.
A pair of cyclists passed me, one of them shouting, "CAPTAIN AMERICA!"
Well, sad to say, this was before I "rebirthed" as a cyclist. I was irritated, but I figured, "Yeh, I'll pass him again really soon." Well, I did pass him, but not for long.
He and his friend got so far ahead of all of us bozos we never saw them again.
Now that I've gone over to the "other side," I say, "GO, CAPTAIN AMERICA!"