I like to ride bikes. I ride them like a kid. This often surprises people, because I'm a cycle teacher. Inside the gym I am a serious biker. I work my class, and myself, hard. If there isn't sweat dripping off of every member of the class 10 minutes into class I'm not doing my job.
Outside of the gym, I am not serious. I usually ride with like minded individuals. Upon occasion, we don't even make it to the end of the ride before we pop into the bar for a beer (The Cumming Tap has great beer specials). Here is what I wore on my ride today: a purple shirt with a beer on it, cut off capris, and my helmet.
Today I rode with a real biker. A fast biker. One with a jersey. One with shorts. With shoes that don't look like a toddler would wear them. And a fancy road bike. I ride a mountain bike, which I bought in 1997. I felt like a dork. An out of shape dork. At least I'm a snappy dresser.