After many years of commuting I thought I've seen it all. On the way in to work this morning at 05:15 AM, I was riding along a secondary highway in central Mass. and saw a cyclist in front of me going in the same direction. I thought to myself, Oh, a new commuter, because I haven't seen bicyclist in this area in the past at this time of day. I noticed I was gaining on him fast, I made him aware of the fact that I was comming up on his left side and he turned and said, good day. It was then that I saw his face totally painted with war paint, like you would see on TV, He was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt and had a messenger bag and a fishing pole tied to his bike. He was riding a newer road bike, I think it was a Giant. He stuck his tounge out at me and yelled like a savage. I woke up quickly and put power to the pedals, after about a 100 yard sprint on my 80 + pound loaded commuter I looked back and saw that He wasn't trying to keep up so I moved on. What do you think that was all about? This guy got up awful early just to go and act like an idiot. I'll tell you, the war paint thing was well done, he must have spent time putting it on, Oh well, I guess all the fruit isn't in the fruit cake.