I was in the grocery store and then hippie lookin' guy with a pony tail says "Hey, nice hat - you must be a swimmer"
I guess it was the tights and the funny little hat?
That is all.
Go back to the good 'ol days of eddie merckx then see what he says
I don't have the lycra clothes, but what i do have is the half face mask and a thick headband. I often get, "what bank are you going to rob?"
I've worn a balaclava during the winter; time and time again, I've been called a "robber" by little kids! LOL!
My kids call spandex clad riders biking super heroes, we're so proud.
You've got a bike, so you gotta move.
My winter riding jacket is yellow and black ... so some kid says to their Mom "look, he's a bumble bee."
While dressed in Lycra tights, neoprene booties, tight nylon windbreaker, and helmet; an old geezer told me I looked like an alien.
whatever happened to just being called a "bike nerd?"
Reminds me of a story.
A little kid was walking through a bar district when he spots a sailor in uniform walking towards him. He excitedly stops the sailor, "Wow a real sailor, anchors aweigh, can I have your hat?"
The sailor smiles, and gives the boy his dixie cup hat, then the kid continues on his merry way, smiling and whistling, until all of the sudden he sees a Marine get tossed out of a bar and into the gutter. He runs over to the drunken Marine, lying there in his own blood and vomit, his uniform in tatters. "Wow, a real Marine, a leatherneck, Halls of Montezuma, can I have your hat?"
The Marine squints at him through the slit of his only good eye and roars. "WTF are you kid, some kind of f@gg0tt?"
The kid responded immediately, "on no, I'm not a sailor, I'm just wearing the hat!"
That's because the hippy guy was high.
Demented internet tail wagging imbicile.
I had a guy look at my glove tan and ask "are you a golfer?"
I had some little old lady note my ponytail - and then ask me if I'd just had brain-surgery. I told her 'No.' But I asked her where she got her's done.
I went to vote in my old town. The old guy who took my ticket looked at my colorful Mazatec sweater and my Lakota headband. He said: "So how was Woodstock?" So I looked him up and down and said: "Fine, thank you. So how was the Civil War?" The whole line behind me were LOL. The old guy didn't answer.
I hated that town.
Last edited by Panthers007; 12-22-09 at 05:20 PM.
How do you keep an idiot in suspense?