Downtown Washington DC this morning. Younger and less jaded co-worker comments that there sure are a lot of homeless guys riding around on nice-looking mountain bikes.
I sigh and shake my head and tell him that for every bum riding around on a bike this morning, somewhere out there is an urban hipster who has uttered the words: "Dude, where's my bike?"
He looked at me, not quite getting it. So I explained further: "Come on now...you didn't think that all of the crime, graft and outright theft in DC was limited to the Capitol and the White House now, did you?"