Girl On a Bike

A friend and I were having a bit of a giggle this past Sunday at the expense of the Serious Weekend Cyclists I refer to as “Codpiece Gents.” You know these guys. All dressed up in their Lycra shorts and alien headgear, wearing $600 cycling shoes, a skin-tight mesh shirt with some Italian or French logo on it, and taking themselves DEADLY SERIOUSLY. They whiz in front of your car hell-bent for nowhere in particular, they congregate loudly and self-importantly outside your favorite coffee joint, and they ride bikes that cost more than your car. They have very tight tushies, low cholesterol and a resting heart beat that puts yours to shame, and I’m sure they’re good to their wives and children (because as my gay male friend pointed out, they’re not gay, they just really like displaying their fit, fit bodies).
They make me […]