no handle bars

So beginith the rant:

Yesterday I was driving home and pulled through a stoplight heading up the two lane that I branch off of to drive home. I was in no hurry and had no one behind me so I was slowly accelerating to speed. When I noticed on the right shoulder riding toward me was a woman on a bike pedaling without her hand on the handle bars, because they were occupied. The task that was drawing her full attention and focusing her motor skills was a mystery to me until she was within a hundred feet of me. I could take notice of her actions as I was crawling down the center of the road trying not to clip the cyclist. What task was she accomplishing? Rolling a joint. How do I know this was what she was doing rather than just rolling a cigarette? Well one she was not wearing a belt with a six gun on it nor was she 70 years old. Two, she managed to light the thing and my widows were down and at the slow speeds the smell was obvious.
So, what is my rant about?
Drug use?
Bicycle safety?
No, my rant is this. As a kid, and as an adult today, I have yet to master the skill to ride my bike with no handle bars. As a kid I practiced this skill but could never break that minute or two wall, before the dreaded lean of death took over. But yesterday my failures were brought to the surface and rubbed in my face when a crusty, old, bare footed, pot headed chick was able to accomplish the no hand ride while focused on manufacturing a hog leg. This is an example of how the universe is not fair and we are not all created equal.

So endith the rant: