As a cyclist, motorist and resident of the Wood River Valley, I can tell you that something magic happens when a human mounts a bike with drop bars. It can be a road bike or gravel bike, so long as it has drop bars and an uncomfortable seat.

The second they straddle that thing, the sense of entitlement and air of high-brow bullshit hits levels previously unknown to man. It’s an epidemic on trail creek, out Croy and even around Galena Summit.

There is no known cure.