> He is the terror that flaps in the night.
> He is the voice that befuddles and confounds you.
> He is -- THE PORTSMOUTH CYCLER.
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> There is a middle-aged man I've seen bicycling around Portsmouth from time to time. The noteworthiness of this guy hit home when I drove by the video rental after work, and there he was, riding by on his bicycle. Until then, I had only ever seen him in the old part of town. He'd be riding around on his bicycle while I was out walking during lunch. He's always riding his bike down the streets, and he always has a bag bound above the rear wheel. He never stops. But he's ALWAYS talking. Not to himself. To other people.

He must have been hibernating when we were there because we didn't see or hear him while walking around Portsmouth. Or maybe the streets were just too icy because it was a cold one that day. But thinking about this makes me smile because, even though I am probably imagining him somewhat incorrectly, for some reason, I can see him fitting into the character of the town and adding a unique aspect. That downtown was really cool.

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