Gregory Bennett

I get my share of jokes and jabs from friends for my cycling/racing interest. Anything from the old shaving your legs stigma, the amount of money I spend on wheels, and anything to do with lycra is all fair game. I admit that the sport can be obsessive, rewarding, and downright addictive, but I would never push myself to the self-meteoric delusion of BikerFox. He's from Tulsa and he's one of those guys that any real biker would love to purposely stick a portable pump into his spinning front wheel. If you look at his web site (be careful, it's addictive) - esp. the photo galleries - you will be quite astounded. I mean, who would actually have photos like these done of themselves? I've chosen the best of the best for commentary.

	"Sassy Fox!" This is BikerFox at his best. As you can see, he's playful yet sporty. Any Southern "Gal" would love to be in his feed zone. Note the transparent green tights (these are not for bike riding) - one more shimmy to the left and we are seeing ass crack kids.
	Only a Three Dollar Bill Could Be Gayer Fox We don't need to conjur any further images after causing the eyes to bleed from all of the laughter. Really, leaning over a bar stool, butt in the air, and standing on your tippy-toes with "flame" embroidered socks on? Hey, I'm a guy from San Francisco and in a meaningful heterosexual relationship ( that means I have a girlfriend for all of you from Tulsa), but I've seen this "kind" before if you know what I mean.
	What a Difference a Day Makes Fox But wait! I can dress up outside of my sporty lifestyle. I can be serious, intellectual, and cultured. Come with me on a hot night out to the Red Lobster followed by watching the moon rise over a bottle of Uncle Cooter's special brew! (BTW, yes, those are my Mom's earrings and my Daddy's patented pout).
	Mid-Life Crisis Fox Nevermind the hairline, Babe - I am studly. After making sure that each tassle of my Paul Stanley hairdo is curled to a golden rule perfection, nothing can stop me. When I bought these red leather beauties I knew that I was hot! Everyone at the store was in awe of my newly-found manhood; the smiles and chortles were so uplifting! And to top it all off, the yellow t-shirt for that stark effect to my red hot pants. I got that in last month's Marlboro catalog. Hmmm one more thing to make my outfit complete: Mom's earrings.

I am BikerFox. Don't mess.