You brought your bike for Thanksgiving? My grandma asked, baffled as to why my plus-one had two wheels and a carbon seat post, not the strong jawline and rugged good looks she’d hoped for.

Don’t worry, we’ll sleep in separate beds while we’re here, I assured her.

While it’s dangerous to ask your aunt about her new, multi-level marketing scheme, and downright scary to ask your cousin if his Richard Spencer-style haircut was an accident, lobbing so what’s with all that spandex anyway? at the cyclist in the room is pretty innocuous.Which means that this Thanksgiving you’ll probably be pinged with more than your fair share of probing about your beloved hobby. In the interest of keeping family peace, diverting the “so, have you met any nice men?” questions away from your perpetually single aunt, and possibly even converting some of your loved ones to Team Bike—we urge you to happily answer all your family’s cycling-related queries. Here’s how to do it both with grace and without. Choose your own adventure.