I still can remember.

I know I'm not the only 30something white guy with a beard and aviator sunglasses and his ipod riding his bike downtown into work today. I'm probably not even the only one in linen pants with ankle-socks and brown loafers. But I'd bet money I'm the only one listening and singing along to Barbra Streisand. And if I lose that bet, I want to be introduced, because he is my soulmate.