In a same, but different way to Schrödinger’s cat, a cyclist is neither a male or a female… but both.
Never make the mistake of admiring the physical form of an approaching, or retreating cyclist — particularly if they are in full lycra regalia.
Chances are, that hot chick is a man… or that fit looking stud muffin, has a muffin of her own.
This common misidentification has even made an appearance in popular culture, when Ewan McGregor in The Long Way Round thinks a “female” cyclist has a really nice rear end, only to discover it’s a man.
To paraphrase our friend Erwin Schrödinger:
“Nobody really doubts that the presence or absence of the meow is something independent of the act of observation.”
I think there’s something in that for all of us.