One of my co-workers and I have a name for something you may have seen around town.

 These cyclists that are pulling their fixies out of winter storage and trying to build their legs back into things that move your bike instead of just things that get you from your car to American Apparel to Chino Latino.

Wobbling around on their skinny legs atop skinnier wheels; new to an unfamiliar world without understanding to the basic order of roads; soft and wide-eyed.

Fawns.