A few posts back I posited that while riding west to Babler one Sunday, we got a lead-out from an unlikely source. I should say that while we never got right up behind this person - or even spoke - we did get close enough for what I thought was a positive ID: the Big Shark kit, the Unmistakable Look 585, the harrowing pace; it had to be the Bugman.
But no. Bugman pointed out that it wasn't him. Nevertheless, Bugman, your dignity is safe. I can assure you that this person was time-trialing-it away from us too; so he didn't want to be seen with our group of Freds either :)
But more important: who was this impostor? This interloper? It is said that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but that's cutting it a little fine in my opinion. Now we have a mystery solve.
Call to action lads! We have to be vigilant! We must keep our eyes pealed and a sharp look-out for what most surely must be a dangerous charlatan. If you see this person, resist the impulse to grab for the torch and pitchfork. Just mark the location of the sighting in your Garmin and report it to me immediately. Together we can root out this craven mountebank and make the roads safe for democracy once more.
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