tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481265.post8291943960701349213..comments2023-10-28T02:40:19.782-04:00Comments on Suburban Cycling: An unexpected treatMelanie Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02540747770586922326noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481265.post-33669251665848692052012-09-17T15:57:06.241-04:002012-09-17T15:57:06.241-04:00This is all making me laugh today... I don't k...This is all making me laugh today... I don't know why, but I find it so amusing that we all do this!G.E.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02748009691282638366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481265.post-61547120990076849722012-09-17T15:56:07.479-04:002012-09-17T15:56:07.479-04:00LOL... that's great. I do the same thing... &q...LOL... that's great. I do the same thing... "You know, Virginia/D.C. bike blogger." It's not that I don't know who you are, but sometimes names just aren't my strong point. :O) At least I can just look at a post reply and say, "Oh, yes... that's it!"G.E.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02748009691282638366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481265.post-80437019047474597442012-09-17T14:57:57.583-04:002012-09-17T14:57:57.583-04:00I love hearing the nicknames that other folks have...I love hearing the nicknames that other folks have for the strangers they regularly encounter. When I used to jog, I'd pass two older gents who'd stand off to the side of the trail smoking. One of them always said, "You make me feel bad with your jogging every day." He, of course, became You Make Me Feel Bad Guy. Okay, so my nicknames aren't all that clever...Melanie Suzannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02540747770586922326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481265.post-84680136214035117762012-09-17T13:52:39.611-04:002012-09-17T13:52:39.611-04:00I also have names for my regulars. There is Hoppy ...I also have names for my regulars. There is Hoppy Guy, a runner with a distinct hop in his gait caused (I'm guessing) by a bum knee. There's Overdressed Man, an Asian middle aged man who seems to wear at least one too mant layers for the weather. There's the Breakfast Club, a triad of women runners that I only see in the morning. And there's Grafxnerd Clone, a cyclists that reminds me of a local bike commuter/graphics person I know.<br /><br />I don't want to know their real names. It would be like seeing a radio personality.Rootchopperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14920848117942799222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481265.post-17192437902530391952012-09-17T13:04:25.896-04:002012-09-17T13:04:25.896-04:00Oh yes, I am terrible terrible with names. I lost ...Oh yes, I am terrible terrible with names. I lost your emails and I can't even remember your real name! I call you "Colorado Bike Blogger Chick" to Scott. ~facepalm~Melanie Suzannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02540747770586922326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481265.post-60891155676635504182012-09-17T12:57:58.142-04:002012-09-17T12:57:58.142-04:00I am laughing at the situation because I've do...I am laughing at the situation because I've done this more than once... coming up with some sort of nickname for a person I've met but cannot remember their name (of course, I'm horrible with names anyway - so it doesn't help my cause at all). This is definitely one of those experiences one wouldn't have in a car!G.E.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02748009691282638366noreply@blogger.com