I think so; about the only thing that runs through my head when some kid in his daddy-bought/InsanePaymentsCreditCo Camaro calls me a dork is that I look better in Spandex then he does.



Here's something that really irked me: Yesterday, while I was out riding, I was taking a short break at a stop sign to change glasses -- putting on the normal specs and putting away the schweet (and too-damn-costly) prescription shades, when two twenty-ish guys pulled up next to me in a truck. They had a couple of *pristine* mountain bikes in the back of their *pristine* Tacoma, and the one in the passenger side yelled out, "Need a real bike?"



Excuse me, but the last time I checked, *real* MTBs (and their owner's vehicles) were supposed to be beaten, abused, and caked in mud and grime. These posers looked like they had just gotten off the showroom floor. Besides, if their bikes were so damn great, why were they driving the truck? The roads around here are pretty clean (very little glass, lots of acorns and potholes), and have a *ton* of convex hills, great for a warm-up before hitting the trails (I'm using them now to work on building my quads and cardio training for distance rides). Not to mention it was only about five to ten miles to the lake (where one would be MTBing), anyway.

Some people...