Quote Originally Posted by KnottedYet View Post
I remember reading an article in Bicycling about 20-25 years ago where the writer was describing a "Fred" (not the term he used, though) he encountered on his ride who was wearing BLACK socks. Cuz then white sox were fashionable, so black socks were the faux pas.

Mr. Black Socks kicked the author's butt, so he was appropriately chagrined for judging someone based on their appearance.
I remember that article...or something like it. "In pursuit of Black Socks" stays in my mind. The author spent his entire lunch ride chasing him down -- "I think he was drafting off a truck" -- with no luck. A classic piece of pro-Fredism.

So...after skimming this thread....it seems that Fred is humanity. Fred is us. And if we can't poke a little fun at ourselves once in a while, what's the point?