I'm looking good

That's what an old guy told me just after I rode onto campus yesterday, as I was pedaling past the stadium. Actually, he said "Looking good." As usual, I was wearing my bright yellow rain jacket and black tights and shoe covers. It was a not too cold commute, with a trace of snow on the ground. He looked like the sort of old-timer you'd see in some sports movie, maybe the crusty old trainer for a boxer, something like that. He had a Pearl Izumi skull cap on, so he's definitely hooked up to sports somehow. PI stuff is probably in the clothing repertoire of every cyclist; at least they would know of it. Beats being called a faggot for riding my bike in the cold and snow. There are still kind and considerate people out there. It's just that they don't stick in our mind so well as do the morons.