"That Guy"

Okay, so the first time I met my future brother-in-law, who we shall anonymously name Rustin, after politely nicknaming me Lance like all American cyclists go by, he proceeded to ask me if I was "that guy" who rode around town with his pants tucked into his sock. At the time, I took moderate offense to the comment as I was a proud racing cyclist, not a townie cruiser like "those guys." But alas, as I have now begun to use my velo for transportation instead of training here in France, I have now become "that guy!" Thanks for your support from a far Rustin, and please have a good laugh at this one.