Originally Posted by CRUM

In 1987 I showed up to The Acton Trading Post dressed out in my finest bike geek clothing. Booties, tights, helmet, etc. The good ole boys were all hangin out suckin down coffee and swappin huntin and fishin lies. I walk in. The conversation drops dead, and 8 sets of eyes turn and focus on me in my dripping finery. I knew each and every one of them and even pounded nails with a couple on some jobs. Instaed of welcoming me as one of the gang, I was kidded, poked fun at and generally made the laughing stock. And you know what, I actually enjoyed it. The whole time these idiots were ragging on me, I was just smiling and remembering the ice ride I had just completed. 20 miles of slick ass fun and these bozo's had no clue about the fun I had just had.

Fast forward to 2004. Of those 8 good ole boys, I have sold 6 bicycles. And 2 of them are now wearing the same stuff I used to.

Your roomate is a maroon, but don't give up hope.