I had been shopping for a bike rack and was looking one over on a car that I had seen a lady park at a lot for our bike trail. I noticed a woman getting out of the car next to it and, feeling like she was questioning why I was standing there without obvious purpose, said, "I just checking out this chick's rack." About that time the owner rolled up on her bike and I said "Hi, I'm just admiring your rack." I'm rarely innocent, but the implication of my choice of words had not occurred to me. It was at that point that I realized that I wasn't making friends among the lady riders, so I sputtered something about needing a rack for my wife's mtn. bike. One of the ladies has since ridden with my wife and I. The other always seems something to admire in the distance when we cross paths.