Regular readers know that, while I ride a bicycle, I generally disdain cyclists - by whom I mean the matchy-matchy Spandex(TM)-clad riders who behave like they own every inch of the rideable world. The crappy behavior of cyclists and the general population's hatred of them has been written about over and over and over again, so there's no point in my beating that dead horse. Instead, here's a little light commentary on a few of the quirky cycling characters I know. First, let me talk about Dan (not his real name). When I first started hanging around with the local cycling crowd Dan was really friendly and welcoming. He's a great guy and super friendly, so it pains me to say anything less than positive about him. But he's a little weird. For one thing, his friendliness extends a little bit too much to total strangers. As he rides down the trail he'll shout out compliments to people he passes, "Oh! I love the way your jersey matches your bike!" or just...
One man's journey into the great outdoors of Washington, DC and its environs.