What the!?!?

I don't have the nicest bike in town. I'm not the biggest or fastest or most accomplished or most experienced rider. But until today, I could at least claim that I was the only guy in town that rides a Scott S50 (it's an entry-level bike, but hey, I like it). Sitting in the front yard about 30 minutes ago, I hear the telltale sound of a bike chain & sprockets. I look up, and shooting past the house, going down the hill . . .

. . . a guy on a Scott S50.

Well, hell. Gotta give up that "distinction" too.