So I'm cruising along on the Quickbeam this morning, looping Paradise Point via Seminary drive (for you Marin County folks) when I hear a very friendly voice from behind say "On your left, sir." I pull a bit to the right, and thank the first of two twenty-something women who blast right by me on carbon road bikes.
Initially, I was grateful for the call-out. There's not nearly as much of that etiquette among the cycling folks as there once was. But, then I think to myself, "Sir?" Now, don't get me wrong. That young woman was a very courteous and considerate, but "Sir?" Now, I was wearing a cycling cap under my helmet, so my short gray hair was not evident; I was wearing a Swobo wool cycling jersey -- Swobo is a very hip local company; I was wearing Shimano cycling shoes; I was wearing dark, wrap-around shades so my crow's feet were not evident around my eyes; it wasn't a grade, so I wasn't puffing and wheezing, so why did she call me "Sir?" The only logical conclusion -- in my mind -- is because of the QB. She saw an old "classic" bike, replete with front basket, Brooks honey leather seat, and a NS banana bag, frame pump, and 35mm tires and must have figured, old bike/old guy! Regardless, I would have been much more at ease with Fella, Guy, Man, even Dude or Bro … but "Sir?" Now I do feel old… Was it me, or the QB? --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "RBW Owners Bunch" group. To post to this group, send email to rbw-owners-bunch@googlegroups.com To unsubscribe from this group, send email to rbw-owners-bunch+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/rbw-owners-bunch?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
