I recently realized, all my friends, they are bicycles. They have a thin wired frame and look weak, awkward and confusing. It can take a push to get used to them but after a year without contact they still work the same with me. I outgrew my bikes as a kid. They were pretty with baskets and bells attached and I rode them for a few years but never really went anywhere on them. The bike I got when I grew, it's just a plain bike. No bells or whistles, literally, but it really gets me out of the house to where I actually want to be. I know it's here to stay for a while.