I saw this guy Friday night at a local watering hole. Then T-Money sent a photo of this same guy (pictured above) to my Inbox yesterday. But the problem was he didn't look the same as when I saw him last Friday. Now Flasky was not with me on this particular outing, so I can't blame Flasky for my altered perception. Fortunately, one thing tipped me off to this young tike's somewhat adult identity: He's still having a little trouble keeping the pants parked in the trunk area, if ya know what I mean. Can you name this mystery man-child? This veritable bastion of cycle culture? This stalwart man-member who could, almost single-handedly, hitch up the entire beer-soaked underbelly of the Minneapolis bike world?