I'm with you Cuse - last week during my commute home I passed a young man on the bike trail. He was just noodling along, no real hurry, not even pedalling hard. Next thing I knew here he came barrelling past me riding as hard as he could! I just started laughing! I was just trying to ride home - it wasn't a race. I'm figuring I was his "interval" trainer that day! I did feel sorry for him tho - I caught him at every cross street!
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!"