apparently there was a radio spot this weekend that said:
you might be a cyclist if an afternoon ride involves leaving your zip code.
I figure with bigger cities we needed to change that to:
you might be a cyclist if an afternoon ride involves leaving your zip code, township, city, county, area code, and/or your state!
and this mornings very upclose and personal observation:
you might be a redneck cyclist if you use foul languague during extreme situations!
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming: "Yeah Baby! What a Ride!"