"Hey, Nice Tube Socks!!"

On my commute home, I always pass a house which, while able to pass for a crack house, is apparently low budget daycare run out of someone's home. Generally, there are kids milling about and often a few older kids playing football in the street. When I pass through, I generally disrupt the game and so have tried to roll through no-handed and try to get the kids to throw me a pass. So far, no go, but I'm not giving up.

Today, was a little different. Given it was 25 degrees out this morning, I had gone full bundle up, including a new Snappy Caps winter prototype (toasty) and fleece knickers under a pair of mountain hardware manpri pants. This always leaves the shins a bit exposed and so, on go the Chrome 'tube socks.'

Of course, after 5pm, it was 55 degrees and balmy, so the fleece got stuffed in my messenger, which left a nice 4 inch gap of skin between the socks and the bottom of my shants. Stylin.'

With no football in the streets, I didn't even think to look at the crackhead daycare house until I heard the voices calling out as I passed. "Hey Man! Nice tube socks!!" It cracked me up to the point that I turned back, much to the shock of the kids and, with Paul Newman's Butch Cassidy in mind, rode back by rolling up the knickers further to expose the 'tubies' and goof with the kids. After a couple of laughs, I rolled on.

It was a nice way to end the day, but I'm not giving in until someone hits me on a crossing route down 25th street.