A Fred was touring across Texas years ago when he met a local racing team. "OK if I ride along with you?" "NO. We are a serious, experienced racing team and we don't want incompetant amatuers near us to cause accidents." "Fine, race you to the next town." He took off. They never caught him. He was an official RAAM finisher who lived in Tiburon, CA about that time.

Excellent, from that article:
And we also cherish being "denigrated" by the first group, because honestly, we don't WANT to be associated with them.

I am fred.

I embrace my Fred-ness.
I carry a tube, a CO2 inflator AND a frame pump, a complete tool kit (Topeak Survival Gear box), a cell phone, $20, and sometimes a spare tire. I wear plain jerseys in safety orange, blinding yellow, red, or blue. I will never race. I need to lose 5 times what my bike weighs in fat. I think moustache bars are cool. I own more than 2 sets of bar end shifters - including a NOS set of SunTours. I hate Shimano, Trek, and Cervelo.

How much of a Fred am I?

No, I'm Fred.

On a Serious note. Fred just turned 97 Nov 29th. Sounds like he is still doing pretty good. https://www.onlineathens.com/stories/...70721041.shtml

He makes it another couple years we should all show up in Athens GA and celebrate his 100th birthday.

You need to carry a spare tire, spare master link, spokes,
The you will beees a Fred.
Fred

I wear a third-eye mirror on my glasses
I often have a recumbent chain mark on my right calf
I carry a can of Halt on my handlebars
My commuter currently has homemade studded tires
I commute in street clothes, wearing Merrell clogs
My alt commuter is a too-small Schwinn Collegiate
I carried 5 pounds of tools on my last tour

fredfredfredfredfredfredfreddiestfred

I think you were doing good until there. I don't think that part is a qualifier.

Let's see, I spent $160 on a lime green cycling jacket, but ride a '70s Schwinn. I'll be putting the wald dual baskets on soon. 3 lights up front, need more for the back. I've got a mirror on the bike and a Bell Metro. Yeah, I'm Fred. Embrace the fredness.

Hmmm... I don't know if I'm Fred enough.

Backpack with spare tube, more wrenches than I need, screw driver for derailer, tire kit, mini pump.
Preferred clothing is cotton tshirt with 15 year old bike shorts with padding and tennis shoes.
Lights front and back.
Fenders with a rack for the backpack in back.
1975 John Deere without kickstand but with alloy rims.
Like to follow traffic laws, except for the occasional speeding.
Skateboarder helmet with home-made visor, don't like the helmets with points in the rear.

But the possible un-Fredness, I gotta go fast as I can go. Just can't take it easy, drives me nuts to bike with people who aren't going fast.

I have wondered who this Fred might be. Fred De Long came to mind first, but I've become convinced that it actually is Freddie Hoffman. Certainly Freddie fits the description to a 'T'. He's pretty amazing. With over a million miles ridden, he rides a Schwinn in sweatpants and a t-shirt with an average of over a century a day, every day. A brain injury at birth left him socially distant to most people, yet he raises almost $40,000.00 a year for charity with his riding.



Freddie Hoffman

Oh ****e, that's me

The path of the righteous commuter is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish cager and the tyranny of evil roadies. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the newbie cyclist through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the builder of ridiculously bright DIY halogen bicycle lights. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brother commuter. And you will know I am the Fred when I lay my vengeance upon thee

Cyclaholic -- Bravo! That is some Bad A M F'n S right there.

+1

That's some of the funniest stuff I've seen in a long time!

I lived in New Jersey in the 1990s and yes that is a photo of Freddie Hoffman. I saw him quite a few times on the roads of central NJ. I had no idea who he was the first few times I saw him out on the road. One time we said hello at a red light stop. Later I learned of his incredible devotion to cycling and of the journeys he has made in life for the benefit of others.

Like that?

Yes, but with the addition of bubble wrap clothing and a large American flag.

Why I don't use cleats.

+1 proud Fred

Now, someone please tell me what is OCP?

Obsessive-Compulsive Poseur.

And here I thought (based on thread title) the OP was asking about Fred from Yehuda Moon...

Lol

What kind of Fred am I, I wonder. I ride a semi-recumbent kept in excellent condition. I don't wear jerseys, lycra or a helmet, but I have three front blinkies, 3 rear lights, 3 rear reflectors, 1 front reflector, wheel reflectors and tire-flies and I am even gonna get those pattern lights for my wheels next year. I even have a bell and a horn. I carry a repair kit and sometimes use pannier bags. I generally ride about 15-20mph, but sometimes a little faster. Of course, I ride in dense downtown urban traffic. I'm serious about not going too fast for traffic conditions and proudly proclaim I haven't had a collision in 30 years of regular year-round riding, but many daily close-calls. Although I don't usually challenge them verbally or otherwise, I secretly despise ninja's, wrong-way riders, red-light runners and downtown sidewalk riders. I ride to work most of the time and for pretty much all other trips as well and I ride a modified, custom trike for grocery shopping and a custom stretch cruiser from Firebike for fun rides along the beach trails, parks and the Toronto Islands. I don't know crap about the technology or components and I can only do the simplest of adjustments/repairs myself. I am not interested in racing or touring, just commuting. Am I super-ultra-uber-Fred? Gosh, I hope so. No other groups will have me.

Fred's don't ride recumbents.
Sorry.

Fred is the resident ghost at the Kickstand Cyclery in the Yehuda Moon comic strip:



Before becoming a ghost, he was the Kickstand's owner. Yehuda and Joe bought the shop after his untimely demise. Fred has been spending hours riding the streets of Cleveland on his city bike looking for the blue car that hit and killed him, his presence indicated by the emptied cans of Proofide left scattered around the bike shop, and more recently, missing 3/32" ball bearings.