I do a few forums and I consider the Singlespeed & Fixed Gear forum very humorous, informative, respectfully irreverent (whatever that means), supportive, encouraging, in-your-face-and-I-hope-you-don't-like-it, reflective, pie, and use-the-search-engine.
With all respect, I consider the regulars here the mentally healthiest people I meet on the internet.
Sorry about that.

I ride 365 days a year, regardless of weather.
On cold days, I wear some trick stuff to stay warm.
People call me superman and space man, and I embarass my wife.
On pleasantly cool days, I wear regular street and work clothes.
On hot days I get trick again, but I stick to basic black and white.

Some tourists came up to me yesterday and said, "Hey, Bianchi-man, can you give us directions?".
In the course of the conversation they told me everyone in Portland rides fixies now - "You see them everywhere."
I could tell they saw me as someone riding a fad, the "latest rage."
That almost bummed me out, but I decided not to let what other people think ruin a good thing for me.

We have a lot of world class road bikers in this town.
They come here to train and to compete.
Yesterday or the day before I saw a roadie in a super slick outfit, with logos and all of it color coordinated to his $7000 bike.
He didn't have any body fat and one could see from the way he rode he had clearly mastered his game.
I would have felt silly dressed like him; maybe as silly as my wife thinks I look in my cold weather stuff.
But this guy made it look good, and the few seconds I saw him flying effortlessly on his bike have stayed with me in my mind.

To me, my wife makes the best pie in the world.
Out of respect for her pie, I will eat no other.
I do like oatmeal, though, and the other day I got to talking to one of the mechanics at my lbs about oatmeal, and we talked for an hour about oatmeal.
How did this happen?
How did I get to the point where I could hang out in a bike shop and talk about oatmeal for an hour?