Last week I bought a used Yaris. It may be the smallest, simplest machine I have ever driven and I love it. It's simple. It fits in a parking space the size of a post office box, 45 mpg, crank windows, etc.

When I got home, I got ready for a ride. Spandex, tire pressure, chamois butter, water, clips, chain grease, helmet, gloves, blah, blah, blah...

Although it was neatly organized and I got out the door and on the rode, I was acutely aware of how incredibly complex cycling has become, and am starting to wonder if I would be just as happy on a 25 year old beach cruiser with a cup holder and my flip-flops. (a Yaris version of my road bike)

Does anyway else become occasionally overwhelmed by the complexity of our passions?