Um, the thig I came away with from the last few posts was that, in fact, Fred's don't actually exist.

I haven't been riding as long as some on this forum, but I've been riding long enough to realise that the longer I ride, the less the urge to apply labels arises. One could conclude from this that labelling some people as freds, some as poseurs, some as real cyclists, some as disqualified drivers etc. is really just the voice of inexperience.

In the end, given enough time, we all figure out that a)human beings are a lot more diverse than the few labels we choose to apply, and (paradoxically) b) we're really all the same. This means that a) the labels we think define the world are too vague to be of any usefulness and b) every time we aim an epithet at someone, we aim it at ourselves in equal measure.

I'm still going to keep an eye out for some Fred Flintstone socks next time I'm in K-Mart.