Author’s Note: I’ve provided some links to help make my case, but I suggest you read through without them first…

It wasn’t at all like Archimedes – it didn’t happen all at once. It started with a gnawing at the back of the skull, an itch that you can’t scratch, and then as the days pass, it worms its way into your conscious mind.

Through a quirk of chance, we’d crossed paths before. That time he was hustling to get a new magazine going, something devoted to “the latest thing“. My contacts told me that he’d made some dough running that scam in the past, but this one didn’t pan out. He melted away, and I forgot about him for a few years.

Then one day, I came across his name again. I had to give him credit this time. Blogs had been hot for years, and with the Texans’s seventh win, cycling was in the news. Put those two together, and you’ve got a hook. Add a bit of human interest, and it’s foolproof, especially when you have a friend who specializes in anatomical prosthetics.

I’ve got to admit that his writing’s good. Great, even. Some might say he has a gift for comedy. He had me fooled, and he could have gotten away with it for a long time, but he’d gotten what he wanted, and made it to the top. And, like some many of his ilk, he got careless.

He even admitted it in his blog, when he wrote, “There is no single entry in this blog that is entirely honest.”

But I don’t think he’s going to come clean, and since I have eyewitness proof, I think I’m going to have to force his hand.

Some are fat. Some are cyclists. But like that story of so many years ago, I’ll have to be the small child here, and be the first to point out the truth.

The Fat Cyclist has insufficient weight. 167.2 pounds does not a compelling story make.