Kids dig me.

Goat kids at least. This little goat farm is on my ride home and each time I pass, they are quiet until I come into view and then simultaneously 30 goats start to bleat at the spandex clad cyborg rolling past. The farm sits in the middle of a tough little climb so maybe they're saying "allez, allez!" in goat. Or, more likely, they're saying "you're gaaaaaaayyyyyyy, you're gaaaaaaayyyyyy!"