Its me the lucky one again - not only am I the only woman with 11 guys (oh yeah) but they all think its cool that I ride to work. When it rains at least 2 or 3 of them offer me and the bike a ride home in their trucks coz they don't want me out in the rain with the idiot drivers. I even let them pick out my last jersey and they couldn't wait to see it! Did you ask the "nit" (Love the name) just how far He rides? or better yet - invite him out on a ride with you! Maybe a little lunchtime "hop". Best yet - just ignore him - after all...you aren't riding for him!
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!"