Folk (often middle-aged) over-accessorised for recreational cycling / running. Lycra, cycling “team” jerseys, those big fuck off running socks what are they all about, running gloves, running hats (WTF). You’re likely at best negotiating the Edinburgh cycle path, not participating in Le Tour, ya fanny
Ronde- the shop in stockbridge- is ground zero for midlife crisis disposable income mamils. £3/4K bikes, £200 cashmere tops and all the other gubbings. They do a Saturday spin down the coast and always come along Great Junction Street. The abuse they get at the lights beside the kirkgate can be very funny.