Dear Editor, Smoking is sooo 1585-ish! You only have three excuses if you smoke: you're overweight, over ugly, and over 40; your driver's license says R.J. Reynolds or Phillip Morris; or you are on your death bed in the cancer ward. Cool people don't smoke anymore – they're straight-edge anarchos who don't take shit from the government or corporations or media campaigns. That said: I don't smoke and I voted against the ban, since this is all about yuppie professional types who are trying to legislate aesthetics and their upper-middle-class notions of good taste. Next thing you know they are gonna try and ban rat tails on scruffy kids. Something tells me I ain't gonna see them at the Elysium on Sunday nights even with the ban. This is all about "think/live/look like me!" Hey Lance, it's great you beat cancer, and I'm a big-time bike enthusiast like you, but ... stay outta my life! See you and Sheryl next week at Elysium, right?!