Sounds nice. Unfortunately they're pretty testy here this afternoon in the suburban hell I ride through. Got honked at right next to me going through an intersection, buzzed several times, and as I merged into the right-most of a three-lane divided, some jerk-off passing me in the middle lane calls out through his rolled down passenger window,

"Something-or-other something-or-other, Lance!"

I'm afraid my rather predictable two-word reply didn't quite carry to him, and so it would've been even more fruitless to try and indicate the true depth of his idiocy by pointing out the name on the downtube and seattube of my bicycle: "LeMond."