Back to the USA again, this time for an amusing story of a Bike Commuting Poser getting busted:
I got to the tourist lot at Roosevelt Island on the Mt. Vernon trail and who do I see unloading his bike off the back of his red TDi?????? My commuting buddy. We made eye contact, I gave him a nod, and went on my way. When I eased up to start the warm-down, he pulled up next to me. The first words out of his mouth were, "I hope you don't work at EPA."
Geez mate, just say you ride two miles from where you park your car - don't count the other 15 that you do in your car. Dickhead.