Many have the impression that The Logging Road Cyclist is a mild-mannered, suburban milquetoast sort of fellow. This is certainly consistent with his retiring, perennially polite and self-effacing manner. Little do they know about the beast that lurks within.
For example, TLRC’s vehicle of choice is sensible and efficient, chosen for practicality rather than style:
In his dreams, though, is quite another thing:
But a dream is just that, and TLRC faces the fact that he has neither the courage nor the money to get the ride of his dreams, and he has to make do as he can.
At least the reality has the same color wheels as the fantasy.