Arguably, Galen Erickson's greatest claim to fame was the title bestowed upon him in 2009 by Seattle's weekly publication, The Stranger.
Galen Erickson is "Seattle's Sexiest Cyclist."
Many attempts were made to reach Galen for comment upon his life since The Title. However, no contact was made. Then, roughly a week after placing a final unreturned phone call, there was a knock upon this writer's door. With a granola bar in my mouth, I answered. Luckily, in 4th grade I got really good at breathing through my nose. Because moments later, with the door fully open, I choked on my bar.
"Lance Armstrong!" I thought to myself, still working to dislodge the bar. Thankfully, Lance and his obvious arm strength smacked me across the back, causing wet granola to spew across my guest's smooth, shaven legs.
"OH MY GOD! I can't..."
Rudely, Lance interrupted, "Dude, I aint your God. I'm here on behalf of Galen."
"You know Galen?"
"Yeah, we're Facebook friends. Plus, my 3rd place in People Magazine's Sexiest Human Alive contest kinda brought us together. Sexy titles are surprisingly bonding. Anyway, Galen wanted me to tell you that he has no comment."
"You're here to tell me that Galen has no comment?"
"Yeah. That and I was wondering if you'd give me Honey Spark's phone number?"