It's compensation for our shortened lifespans and having to put up with the self-righteous histrionics of drama queens who begin coughing as though in the last stages of black lung disease and waving their hands furiously in front of their faces as they pass by smokers huddled in the doorway.
It's funny, but I've been riding for quite a while and I have never seen a cigarette even come close to me while on the bike (unless it was one I lit myself).
I have, however, been hit or almost hit by:
- golf ball
- coffee cups
- beer bottles
- fast food containers
- diaper (missed me, thankfully)
- pop cans
- assorted debris
- and a small child (she fell out the window of a car in front of me, luckily we were all stopped and she wasn't hurt at all)
Thank God all of the above drivers were non-smokers, thereby making the world a better place.