Since The Butcher has topped all the stars on bicycles stories, I'll just add a postscript, I was almost run down by a shaggy-haired homeless-looking man on a bike on [fancy] Las Olas Blvd. in Ft. Lauderdale just after I'd moved there around 1996. I dodged out of the way and thought, "Damn if that hobo doesn't look like Nick Nolte!" Went…
Since The Butcher has topped all the stars on bicycles stories, I'll just add a postscript, I was almost run down by a shaggy-haired homeless-looking man on a bike on [fancy] Las Olas Blvd. in Ft. Lauderdale just after I'd moved there around 1996. I dodged out of the way and thought, "Damn if that hobo doesn't look like Nick Nolte!" Went into my hair salon, mentioned how our bums looked like movie stars, and my hairdresser said, "Oh, that' IS Nick Nolte. He lives here."
I was walking up Park Ave. in the East 70s in NYC when I saw a guy dressed in a white suit and a white wide-brimmed hat, and I thought to myself, "Who does that guy think he is -- Tom Wolfe?" Um. . . yep.
Since The Butcher has topped all the stars on bicycles stories, I'll just add a postscript, I was almost run down by a shaggy-haired homeless-looking man on a bike on [fancy] Las Olas Blvd. in Ft. Lauderdale just after I'd moved there around 1996. I dodged out of the way and thought, "Damn if that hobo doesn't look like Nick Nolte!" Went into my hair salon, mentioned how our bums looked like movie stars, and my hairdresser said, "Oh, that' IS Nick Nolte. He lives here."
I was walking up Park Ave. in the East 70s in NYC when I saw a guy dressed in a white suit and a white wide-brimmed hat, and I thought to myself, "Who does that guy think he is -- Tom Wolfe?" Um. . . yep.
Ha! Very cool.