Poser, dood

People seem to have the impression I'm a bike nut. This is not true. I'm a soccer nut.

As I was riding to work today, I saw a fellow biker. He probably eyed my patented "toodle" peddle style, my minimalist yet sturdy steel hardtail with fashionably faux-pas pink lettering steed, my chrome bag, my camo-bianchi cap and possibly the fact that I ride lid-less... and thought, "Oh, this dood knows all about the cyclery." (About cycles, not celery.)

Then, if this dood is actually in the know of bike people in Lincoln, he would think, "Wait, I've heard rumors this guy can't change a chain, true his wheel, patch a flat in ten seconds flat, name the last ten winners of the Paris-Roubaix, name a good brand of crank makers or pop a wheelie."

Well, the rumors are true.

Now, I'm not sure if I ever created an image of bike nut or if people created an image of me for themselves, but the image is false.

So, next time you see me, think, "Hey, that dood can kind of stay up on two wheels," and not, "I can learn something bikeful from that dood."