Vanity of a Bike Commuter

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?