Something I love about bicycles - Part I

I really love those old guys you see riding along on ancient ten-speeds, wearing gardening gloves.

Cause here's the thing. Their hands are cold. They garden. They have gardening gloves (which are also cheap). That follows

Maybe they're on their way to garden.

Maybe they have a bad case of poison ivy and they don't want to have it last forever by passing it back and forth between themselves and their grips.

Or maybe they're just batshit crazy. They spend their days tying flies for fly rods they don't own. They have every newspaper from the last decade in their garage. They're building a fucking ark.

Whatever the case, I think they're awesome.