*SNIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF*
Ahhhhhhhhhh!
What a commute! Smell that morning air!
I'd just locked my bike up after riding in. I feel like a stud. Blue mirror wrap-around shades, beautifully cut jersey and my new Pi Sugar shorts (short little 5" inseam shows 'more of the sugar' don't ya know) I pop off my helmet and don't walk, but strut toward the office, holding my helmet with fingers through the vents, casually admiring the muscular look of my forearms, the subtle lines of veins between fingers, the curve of my quads, my well-defined calves, still warm with the hard ride...
I take a deep breath again, puffing out my chest. I felt good. I felt *hot*.

...A co-worker smiles and says "nice hair!"
...
...
Helmet hair.
D'oh!
Such a jock.