Anyone willing to do that probably needs the cash more than I do. Who am I to say? If I can spare it, I share it. If I can't, I still try to give a little of my time to recognize them as a fellow human being, because I know begging or just being destitute in general feels dehumanizing.
As a junior teacher, I taught summer school. The more senior teachers were doing continuing education. We all made lesson plans, prepared materials, and had mandatory professional development seminars.
I've settled firmly into the road-mountain hybrid groove so it's really just about having it be tall enough for me to fully extend my legs on the downstroke, and not have to hunch my back to grab the handlebars.
Though, druthers, it'd be electric lime green all over.
Nor I. I learned about it in school but I didn't read it until my honeymoon. I loved it, of course.