Originally Posted by
JoeyBike
… men labor under a mistake. The better part of the man is soon plowed into the soil for compost. By a seeming fate, commonly called necessity, they are employed, as it says in an old book, laying up treasures which moth and rust will corrupt and thieves break through and steal. It is a fool's life, as they will find when they get to the end of it, if not before. - Henry David Thoreau
If the people who built your bike - and the roads you ride it upon - thought that way, you'd pretty much be SOL, wouldn't you?
Thankfully, there are enough of us working fools around that our society can tolerate a few parasites. A "thank you" every once in a while wouldn't be out of place, though...