I used to think I was a pretty bad-arse bike commuter. Sure, I'm not riding this winter, but I have in the past -- enough that I could actually justify some Mad Max-looking studded snow tires. And did I mention my titanium femur with matching tough-guy scar?
And then I read about this guy.
(Warning: That link goes to the Des Moines Regurgitator... er, Register site, one of those paper-based news delivery things trying in vain to get hip to the whole Web thing. It's sort of like watching your geriatric uncle try to pick up college girls: Sad, and more than a little creepy.)
Anyway, Mr. Ruggeder-Than-Thou (who even shames me with his massive thicket of facial hair) works not far from The Cycle World Headquarters, so I suspect we'll cross paths sooner or later. And when we do, I will proclaim, "You, my liege, are undoubtedly the Bull Goose Loony of Des Moines bicycle commuters." And I will genuflect before his Mighty Beard, and anointeth his chain with oil.
Then I'll go back inside and bundle up in my fuzzy pink Snuggie with a cup of cocoa like the little girly-man I am.