This evening I saw a lady in her mid-50s cycle past by house. It was 5ish and she was on her way home. The wind billowed a shock of long blonde hair backwards. She span her wheels easily and confidently. She rode a caramel brown touring bike, decked out with matching Ortliebs, fixed either side of her rear rack. This was business as usual, a blast of fresh air to blow away the working week. Rarely have I seen a cyclist so completely at ease on a bike; debonair, relaxed, content. Try emulating that feat in a car. Chapeau.