I was vacationing in Nicaragua, my home country, driving from the beach up this pretty steep hill. It's the kind of hill I'd be struggling on if I was on my 24 speed road bike (caveat, I don't race, and I'm not implying I'm good so I struggle often), anyway, there is this 30-something Nicaraguan guy (I'm assuming he was Nicaraguan because after all, we were in Nicaragua) riding this black run of the mill bike up the hill, wearing slacks and a polo shirt. He was slowly making his way up the hill, without any obvious strain. But wait, there is more...on the top tube was this lady, sitting sideways, with her feet crossed (I'd assume his wife) wearing a flower patterned dress, and holding on to her purse. I felt embarrassed at the fact that I make such a big deal about my lightweight speedplays, and this guy was lugging up this hill with 130 pounds on his top tube. The best part is that as I passed them and look at them, I noticed the lady had this poise and expression that just exsuded elegance. It's the kind of thing that makes you rethink your priorities. That day I stopped being a weight weenie.