Someone who can teach me to whistle. Anyone with low morals and a thick skin, but especially girls. Always down to meet other bike geeks, except emotards on track bikes. I’d really like to run into the douchebags who've been hanging CDs from trees and tarps from the Haw River bridge. Newsflash: you're not Christo, you're a dirty hippie; and that's not art, it's litter.Also, if anyone sees a Leprechaun in a tree, call me post haste.