In Ithaca, there was a pink bicycle guy. He might have been sort of trans though, so saying "guy" is weird. He'd dress all up in pink...tutu, blouse or tight spandexy thing (with hairy chest), feathered hat or tiara, pantyhose, etc and ride around like a crazy maniac all over town. I think he collected cans.
Oh yeah, there's at least one weird cyclist in every town, I bet. When I was a kid we always looked for the "naked wool" guy. He seemingly sewed his own suit of wool clothes every fall, wore it all winter, spring, and summer (by which time it was full of holes) and then sewed up a new outfit just in time for the cold weather again. He was quite a sight in the summer time, flying by on his rickety bike with woolly tatters flapping behind him.
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Good talking yesterday.
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