I was excited about riding with F’s friends, because something I really dig about most of the cycling community is they are inclusive. I mean, it’s also a heavily stratified community where as I explained to C today, there are
people like me who spend three hundred bucks on a single-speed commuter and barely do any maintenance on it for two years but who love the shit out of that bike anyway,
and then there are those who spend twelve k on a bike and spend more time maintaining it than they do riding it,
and of course there are what Mum was thrilled to learn are called MAMILs, Middle-age Men in Lycra.
But within your own strata the community members are all generally inclusive, which is maybe a quality of something being a strata.