This story is the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
I went on my first 40 mile ride today...on a railroad path of crushed limestone. All of us who meet on the path give each other a nod and a smile. Life is good.
Then along comes a guy on a cross bike with flat handlebars. It is a nice day, high in the mid 70s. This guy is going all-out on this cross bike, with arms and legs kind of flying akimbo. He's not even breaking a sweat, and he is wearing a sweatshirt with a matching helmet. He looks serious, but definately Fred.
As I approach him, I nod. He turns to me and shouts, "HELL NO!" and keeps going. I turn around to look at him, and he's wearing a Wisconsin Badgers sweatshirt. For real.