Except I was wearing a pair of these:
So my unwittingly concealed nonverbal suggestion that he should attempt something indecent with himself was interpreted as, "Hello, friend! What a fine day!" And, being a friendly Iowa sort, he waved back.
Oh well. Someday those mittens will probably save me from a beatdown.
Mini-review: If you ride a bike that doesn't require dexterity (singlespeed? fixed-gear? thumbshifters? bar-ends? just not STI or Ergopower, really), the Fox River mitts are quite toasty, though not as wind-resistant as I'd like. My knitter-half is making me an extra-extra-extra-extra large pair of wool mitts that she's going to felt down to my size in an attempt to improve on these. But the FRs will stay in my arsenal for two reasons: one, my late-Dad had a pair he used for winter running, so they always remind me of him, and two, Fox River is based in Osage, Iowa. Yay, quasi-locals!