My wife was sitting on a wall drinking from her bottle one hot day when a Fred & Doris came by on their Mercians with leather shoes, toeclips, tweed jackets, knee breeches and saddlebags. On see Mrs Gti swigging water, Doris quavered: "I don't know why you're drinking all that.... you'll only have to stop and get rid of it!"
I had a strong feeling Doris said that to just about every modern cyclist she encountered.