I feel so much cooler than the people in their cars. They can feel it too. Even the wealthy woman in her sixty-thousand dollar Lexus looks with envy at my five hundred dollar Specialized as I glide noiselessly past, through weather she would not check her mail in. I can feel their animosity grow as I illuminate their selfishness and fear with my example of non-conformist green living. Who does he think he is, riding a bike in winter? Why doesn't he get a car like everybody else?