I'm a middle-aged guy...

...who discovered the exhilarating freedom of two-wheeled obsession at age 15, and tried for 25 years to re-capture it after stupidly turning from it at age 17. (Damned driver's license and its 'rite of passage' aura!)

...who has pedaling in his DNA after finally re-capturing the passion a decade or so ago.

...who didn't bother to replace the last car (despite family obligations) six years ago, because the bike serves it all so much better; the car was driven ONCE the month before it died.

...who swells with pride when my 13-y-o daughter resists the idea of getting a car for her 16th, 17th, etc. ("Bikes good, cars bad!" she chants as she pedals, every now and again.)

...who will resist the idea of another car for as many years as possible.

...who intends to ride 90 minutes on his 90th birthday.

...who doesn't care about belonging to a subculture; as long as I can ride, nobody else's opinions really matter (nothing personal).

... who gives a bike rider a little benefit of the doubt ( as I do veterans, since I also served). But stupid is stupid, so be right.