I try not to judge.
I really do.
But there are limits.
And when I see a grown man, decked out in a helmet, peddling down the street on a recumbent bicycle, the seat of which is only eleven inches off the ground, my inner jury slaps down a verdict faster than you can say 40-year-old virgin.
It's like a unicycle had sex with a wheelchair.
I did a little research in an attempt to understand this phenomenon, and found a web site that explains the advantage of riding this type of ... apparatus.
It reads: "Because the rider is seated in a comfortable reclining position, pressure on the groin area is greatly reduced."
This is a euphemism, of course, for: "Because the rider has elected to broadcast the fact that he is a COMPLETE AND TOTAL NERD, no woman will want to get in his pants. EVER."