This puts me in mind of the fact it didn't matter how high or rugged the hill(or in what weather) I used to climb with all the gear there would always be a little old lady in tweed and a pair of brogues walking a cocker spaniel. I am sure if I climbed K2 she would be there throwing a stick.
Aint that the sad truth? Just like the 70 year old on the climb that comes gliding past me on my carbon rocket ship and him on his 1970's tourer that has seen better days + panniers.