Old lady legs.

Today I got back on the bike after a couple weeks of driving. It felt good to go 13 miles to work by the sheer power of my own tree trunks. Without doing it regularly, however, I was dragging a little. So naturally I wasn't too surprised when a 75-year-old biking grandma hard-core passed me. What did surprise me, however, was that sprouting from her waist was a pair of legs not dissimilar to these: