Last night I was talking to my brother-in-law and nephew. The brother-in-law asks, "Are you still riding your bike?" I reply, "Yes". The nephew says, "Wow, it's been cold. You must be a real cyclist." Brother-in-law says, "No he's just a guy who likes to ride his bike a lot." I decided to let the conversation die right there. But, later that night, right before falling asleep, I found myself wondering what distinction they each held in their head. It seems that there is some sort of different symbolism inherent in these terms for them. Then as I drifted off I thought to myself, "I'm a cyclist." I awoke this morning not knowing if I could even begin to articulate why I had that thought or what the meaning of it is... other than I probably shouldn't have had that second burrito at dinner. Well if you're bored and want to throw your two cents in, I'd be curious to know what some of my esteemed fellow 50+ cyclist/bike riders think.