You can tell a true commuter bicyclist in NYC with a few glances. Is their skin leatherized (I wear a scarf or mask to prevent this)?. Are they wearing a helmet (only complete idiots leave the helmet home and if your noggin' has ever hit the asphalt and it still works than you know why)? Do they have a plastic bag tucked under the seat?
It's this last phenom that is the real give away. This morning on the way to work a facially leatherized woman passed me on Park Avenue. I always give people nicknames (mental amusement) and some people give me names. Some people call me names but I do not want to be profane. One messenger who I see all the time calls me Armani; I felt honored. I gave the name Pumpkin to the woman who passed me based on her orange coat. Upon closer exam and seeing a Vantage Seltzer bottle where her water bottle would go I decided she should be dubbed Seltzer Pumpkin and then Bubbly Pumpkin. But the true give away to her commuter status was the plastic bag tucked under the seat.
If you commute and leave your ride outside your office, there are days when it is going to rain (like today). So the wise and wizened of us tuck a plastic bag under the seat which we then use to cover said seat while we are inside.
Bubbly Pumpkin had a Target bag under there. I use a Walmart bag. We obviously have serious class differences.
Cheers and keep the rubber on the road.
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