Crazy Uncle Rick
(From Kitty of Roger Soler's Sports, as paraphrased by Jesse)
I realized that Rick was crazy on one of the Thursday night rides. We were riding along, when Rick came up beside me.
"Looks like one of your skewers is loose," he said. "Let me fix that for you." He then proceeded to clip one foot out of his pedals, as though he was about to kick the skewer into place. (For non-cyclists, this is the equivalent of someone spotting a mosquito on your forehead, grabbing a hammer, and saying "Allow me.")
I managed to avoid catastrophe by pulling over before Rick could perform his mid-ride repair on my bike. But ever since then, he has been "Crazy Uncle Rick."
