There's this guy that rides where Mongo rides and he looks a great deal like the dude on the left. I affectionately, not to his face, but instead when laughing about him behind his back, call him..."Powder".(After the character in the movie of the same name...which sucked, by the way)
Anyway, pigment problems aside, Powder has always been a strange guy. I've ridden with him several times over the years and he's always been kind of a dick. What makes it even worse is that he's got at least six top of the line bikes, from steel to carbon, to choose from on any occasion...and, of course, the perfectly matching kit.
Today we passed each other going in opposite directions. I gave him the "wassup" head nod. He gave me the "two fingers off the hoods" reply. In true Powder fashion, he was riding a pink Masi or some other Italian steel bike...and rockin' the full Maglia Rosa kit with matching pink Sidi's.
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