Friday, October 17, 2008
You're a pilot? No, I'm a naval aviator.
Captured this moment out at a local watering hole the other night and I love how even though it's just a single picture, you can tell that it's playing out like one of my favorite scenes from Top Gun.
Girl: Wow! you're a professional bike rider? Like Lance Armstrong?
DoB: No, I'm a cycling enthusiast.
Girl: I don't understand. We're at a bar and you're wearing a skin tight Lycra shirt covered with advertising. That's what the pro's wear, right?
DoB: Yes. This is the exact same thing they wear but my jersey is different.
Girl: How?
DoB: For starters, I bought it. Pros get their kits for free.
Girl: And you thought it'd be a good idea to wear out because..?
DoB: I had to ride six blocks to get here. There's no way a t-shirt could handle that job. More importantly sets a cycling jersey apart from any old shirt is that there's pockets sewn in the back.
Girl: Pockets?
DoB: Yeah, it's a great way to carry stuff like you're keys, ID, energy gels, tool kit, and um, you're phone number?
Girl: My phone number?
DoB: Yeah.
Girl: I don't think so. I only date guys who ride fixed gears.
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Wow, Tony Zaldua in rock gear, at a bar. Where else would we have found the poor little guy. Clearly living the dream
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