Not everyone with long hair and skin tight pants is a girl.
The kitted bikes flying by me kind of annoyed me, but the 100% bone stock bikes that flew by me were the ones that really pissed me off. I need to get my projects done.
Riding in the pack at the beginning of a ride is incredible. You can barely breathe with all the exhaust, and you've got people going anywhere from 15 to 55 mph, all in a giant pack of chaos. It was sweet completely taking over the streets and bringing traffic to a halt.
I don't know if any of that made sense. I'm going to go back to pretending I'm doing work while I nurse my hangover.