High praise

This evening there were a large number of bikes still locked to the rack when I left the pond for home. Several guys (a couple adults, a few kids, all male) were there with me, unlocking their bikes and packing their bags. A kid of about ten was parked next to me, and he watched me unlock my bike, stow my cable in its mount, turn on and attach my headlight and taillight, and clip in my water bottle and computer. His eyes widened and he said to me in an awed voice, Your bike has everything. I have a hunch that's about as high as praise comes from a ten-year old bicyclist.