funny, i get self conscious when:
-on weekdays i ride around in my work clothes (usually grey casual slacks and short sleeve button up) on a fixed and totin' a small timbuk2 bag, i think messengers and hipsters* are gonna kick my ass.

-on weekends when i ride to and fro the local bouldering crag in my knickers (or capris for guys) and t shirt, i think homophobic frat-ish guys are gonna kick my ass.

(*disclaimer: in no way intending to equate messengers with hipsters. should be viewed as seperate entities, the former with repsect and the latter with a sense of humor)

northwest dc is just a different hood i guess.

oh and i don't wear lycra. my wife would have my assed kicked. actually, i'd have my own ass kicked. but that's just me. some people can wear it. some people shouldn't. i shouldn't.