By the way, two days ago, while my wife and I were driving down the 101 freeway, we saw a cyclist on a Bonneville Thruxton, bent into the wind with (literally) goggles, a half-shell helmet, a tight leather jacket and a scarf... straight out of the 50s. I thought I'd make a big scene in front of her by yearning, moaning and aching like a child, but amazingly, this act came way too natural. It was so freaking convincing that I scared even myself.
