A non-Ninja jogger, out for a run around the Bay. What a beautiful day it was - 33 degrees, blue skies, no breeze, low humidity. This guy was all decked out for running at dusk in his shiny, reflective stuff - no chance of crashing into him after dark. Unlike the fucking ninjas, who walk or ride around dressed in black from head to foot without a single item of reflective clothing to mark them out from the surrounding trees.
Check out his calf muscles.