What an Asshole

What kind of an asshole shows up to a century ride in 30 degree temperatures wearing no thermal layer?

A Lycra base layer, a jersey, and vest. Plus leg and arm warmers. That was it.

Seriously? Idiot.

You should've seen him as he started to go hypothermic. He was shivering, had trouble speaking clearly, and wasn't able to understand what others were saying to him either. Some guy even offered to trade his lobster gloves for this guy's inadaquate full-fingered ones. I told him he should've just let that asshole be miserable with his frostbitten fingers. Fuck him.

I was already tired of hearing how cold he was when, thank God, he finally peeled off at some gas station about 10 miles north of Glenview, where I heard he sat and warmed his pathetic ass up with a cup of awful coffee while the counter jockey told him there was no men's room and then went back to shouting in his blue tooth headset in Farsi or Pashto or something.

I guess he finally made it home and once he warmed up, ended up on the lakefront for 45 more miles, dodging pathletes "training" and shouting, "on your left!" to slow, frumpy, suburban women named "Blair" and "Rhonda" who were empowering themselves by power-walking across the entire width of the path.

Oh well. I hope that loser learned his lesson. It's better to take layers off than wait for it to warm up. That will never happen as quickly as you need it to.

What an asshole.