Evidently I need psychiatric help

True to my coffee shop obsession today I went to fuel so I could write on my blog about going to fuel. I rode my bike the 3 miles in town, yeah I even surprise myself sometimes. Turns out it was alright, I didn't freeze my ass off and I didn't crash despite pretty much riding the whole way on naked ice.

So there was this one smartass dude (driving an SUV) that came in, and after seeing my bike outside said (in all seriousness), "anyone who rides their bike needs psychiatric help."

Of course I couldn't think of anything incredibly witty/smartass to reply with so I just ignored him. But WTF? I glad you satisfied your ego SUV man, but maybe you would like to explain to me how riding a bike implies psychological problems? Yes, I'm a psychopath. I like to torture myself in the cold. Thats why I ride my bike wearing more coats than Eskimos to warm coffee shops to drink hot coffee.

Riding a bike somewhere is so much more satisfying to me than driving. It's relaxing, non stressful (here anyway, where traffic is minimal), peaceful and quiet, and leaves a small sense of accomplishment rather than a small sense of regret .