So one day I'm at a major trailhead in SoCal with a fellow MTBR member and we're waiting for a couple folks to show up. As we are waiting, a Bentley coupe pulls up and parks next to me. A middle aged man who was CLEARLY not in what would be described as "prime physical shape" gets out of the car, wearing a full shop kit (i.e., lycra shorts, jersey, etc. - it was not pretty) and walks to the back of the car, pulls his shoes out of the trunk and just waits. My buddy and I exchange glances and are like WTF? Where's this dude's bike?
A few moments later, another car pulls up, a man in a suit gets out, opens the trunk and pulls out a CF Niner (top of the line rig), hands it to Bentley man, says he'll be back in a couple hours and takes off.
Now that's gangsta!!!!!! LOL!!!!!! Man I gotta win the lottery. Guess I gotta play first.