The other day riding home from work in haevy traffic, heavy rain and cold.
Ended up sharing a lane with a Metric crotch rocket, this thing had a reat tire bigger than my car the poor kid riding it was bent over the tank in race style wiggling and though every defect in the road trying to see throught the worth less wind shield at those speeds he was not having fun.
I on the other hand was sitting up right comfortable feet slightly forward rock steady .
Drinking a cup of coffee
He would look over at me from time to time sitting up right and smiling I wonder what he was tinking.