I used to bike to work when I lived in Louisiana. It was fortunate that my office was a block from the YMCA, so I could shower and change after my ride in. The downside was that the Y was the hangout of the fat old white men who worked at the courthouse and like to lounge around naked on the couches in the locker room, laughing and making jokes about sending black men to Angola prison for decades for crimes they probably didn’t commit (these were judges, prosecutors and public defenders talking about this shit).