I do most of my bicycling within the three mile radius where we live, work and play, which happens to be in downtown Louisville. But Monday, I biked out to the wealthier east end of town for a meeting along busy Brownsboro Rd.
With my extra-large STOP BUSH bumper sticker on the back of my bike, I'm used to motorists honking at me, mostly in support (progressive Louisville?), with a rare opponent. This was true on Monday's ride, as well. Three well-wishers honked and thumbs-upped their support my way.
Then, just after passing the golf club and the ritzy neighborhood next to it, a fella zipped past me in his bright and shiny Jaguar, turned into his bright and shiny neighborhood, honked and yelled, "LOSER!"
What could I say? He's right.
I wanted to holler back, "Yeah, I'm a loser. You're a loser. We're ALL losers thanks to this neocon takeover of a once free republic!" or perhaps, given his Jag and million dollar subdivision: "Oh, please don't be so stereotypical!"
But he is right, you know. He spent, what - $50,000 for his Jaguar? I spent $200 on my bicycle. He spent $1-2 million on his home. I spent a tenth of that on mine. So, yeah. I'm a loser. I lost a lotta debt, a ton of prestige and status, and perhaps a bit of speed.
When you're right, you're right.
So, here's to all us losers! God bless us, every one.