Scene: Saturday night along the scenic Schuylkill, on the pathway along Kelly Drive in Philadelphia.
Me: Headed upstream
You: Headed downstream. You shout, "Jeneralist!" but I was already past you, trying to keep herd with my 12-year-old godson as he struggled with belly cramps.
You were silhouetted by the setting sun. What was it you saw -- the yellow helmet, the blue-wrapped touring bars?
Who was that mystery man?