I got teased a bit for riding a women's bike when I was a kid. It was one of three old "battlewagon" Schwinns. You know, the kind you could drop of a cliff, walk to the bottom and then ride it away?

Oddly, I never had the ball smashing happen to me on a bike.

Well, until I developed a hydrocele, and spent several months sitting down *very* carefully on any chair that was remotely hard surfaced.