There's a guy that always comments on us "idiots" when we leave on our bicycles at night to ride home. He also tells me how dangerous motorcycles are on a regular basis. (I've been riding them 30 years and raced professionally for 5. I think I know how dangerous they are) I mean, the first 200 times I simply ignored it, but after that it starts getting a little old.

The really ironic thing about it is that he just had a stent put in his heart, and is on all kinds of medication and a very strict diet. Last time he said something, I just told him that he's free to live in fear of everything and die in his recliner and I'm free to enjoy myself and go out with a smile if that's the way it works out.

Az