Yesterday at the end of my ride I stopped to buy some lemonade from a little girl who'd set up a stand by the side of the road (blazing hot day). The girl's mother said I was the first cyclist "in matching clothes" (she meant a team kit) to stop, and the girl said "Yeah--most them just scowl at me." And sure enough, a guy in full kit rode by and gave her a dirty look, probably angry at the idea that anyone would even suggest to him that he slow down or stop.
So: if you stop for lemonade, you're a Fred. If you scowl at little girls, you're a cyclist. Or maybe just a d!ckhead.
So: if you stop for lemonade, you're a Fred. If you scowl at little girls, you're a cyclist. Or maybe just a d!ckhead.