"Inert. You're boring."

That's what my doc called me today.

BP: 113/68
Steady at 180 lbs
Resting (more like napping) HR: less than 52 bpm
Empty drum for lungs

Told me to `watch for that sun. Fair skin and all.'

Told her I look like a Klansman with a white sun drape under my helmet, white arm coolers, white gloves, long white no-name cotton socks, 

iridescent air-force orange jersey, 25+ 18" long screaming pink ribbons flying from the back of my seatbag.  

She says: "Oh!  You're that guy on that lean-back bike riding out over the White Spars!"  

"Uh huh."

"Cool.  What about your knees?  You use sunblock!"

Some people you just can't please.