"Hey, I have a surprise for you," he smiles.
I like surprises.
He pulls into traffic and navigates through Freedom Park. He makes a left onto Moreland Ave and heads towards Ponce De Leon. We get stopped at the light.
"There," he says, pointing across the intersection.
"Where?"
"There!"
"What?"
He shakes his arm for emphasis, "The guy standing on the corner."
"Oh is that Bicycle Shorts Guy?"
"Yup."
"He doesn't look like he's wearing bike shorts."
"Just wait."
He had told me about Bicycle Shorts Guy several weeks ago. He wouldn't give me any details about who he is or why he's famous, he just said that he had to show me.
The light was taking entirely too long, I reach in my purse and pull out my glasses so I could see him better.
"I don't see any bike shorts."
The light turns green and we pull through the intersection. Moreland Avenue just became Briarcliff Road. He slows down.
Apparently every afternoon since 1999, Bicycle Shorts Guy goes and just stands at this intersection during rush hour. Without a bicycle. The bicycle shorts are just the preferred method to showcase himself.
He was enormous.
He was enormous and squished down the silver spandex shorts leg. The outline of his cash and prizes reached midthigh. I couldn't decide what was bigger, the cash or the prizes. Surely this can't be all him.
I laughed so hard I lost my breath. Finally I was able in inhale a squeak while laughing and bury my face in his arm.
"Omigod!""I know!"
"He just stands there?!"
"Every day. I didn't think he would be out this late, but I saw him on my way to pick you up."
"Why does he just stand there?"
"I think he's just an exhibitionist."
"I think he's trying to break into porn."
Word on the street, though, is that he's a gigolo.
So welcome to Atlanta: home of Baton Bob and Bicycle Shorts Guy. I love it.
9 comments:
I couldn't make out the picture, but that's hilarious! Every city always has to have it's special few lol.
Yeah that's a terrible picture. Maybe one day I'll ask him to pose with me!
Whoa!
That cracks me up! Wasn't what I was expecting at all...
Oh.No.
Freaky! I had a social studies teacher that would always throw his leg up on a table while he talked. There was his junk, displayed in his tight polyester pant leg. I was not happy when he put me in the front row.
FUNNY tag line on your header Jamie. :)
DET- I think everyone had a professor like that but me!
Which tag line???
The tag line was in regards to your city being too busy to hate.
I gotcha- I have them rotating so I didn't know which one popped up for you :)
Funny...I always called him Sockman.
It's a little unsettling to be out for a job and have to havigate around him and that ferrett he has stuffed in his shorts.
Apparently, he also needs a cain to help him lug it around.
Yeah, genetics are real fair.
One of the articles I linked to said it looked like he had a howler monkey stuffed in his pants. :)
You're out of a job?
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