I was biking home today, slightly uphill, when another fellow on a bike came up on my left. “I’m cheating!” he said. “I have a motor!”
I smiled at him, since I love it when people say something when they pass me instead of just giving the straight-ahead, 100-mile, I-don’t-acknowledge-you-as-a-fellow-human-being stare.
“Is it cheating to have a motor on your bike?” I asked.
“Well, I don’t think so,” he said. “But I’m 75! At my age, nothing is cheating!”
Heh. Even though I don’t really know how I feel about motorized bicycles, I was kind of psyched about that old dude. Way to rock it.