Driving to work and stopped at a light, a middle-aged guy walked in front of my car and crossed the road. He was about 5’6″, dressed in sweat pants and a T-shirt, had a bike helmet perched far back on his head, headphones on that were connected possibly to nothing, elbow pad on the right arm that was also holding a Coke, and he was munching on a sticky-bun.

I saw none nearby, but should a riderless, song-less, hungry bicycle with a wicked tilt to the right happen along, this guy is totally ready.