Oil tankers and camel toes
As you may have gathered, I have a little difficulty with cyclists.
Before I go any further I should mention that I used to be an avid cyclist myself. Not that I enjoyed it particularly – it just happened to be the most convenient way of getting around. I had a grand bike. Having worked my way through several second hand bikes, I remember the day I bought my first and only brand new bike. £16 12s and 6d it cost me. A fucking fortune! It was a classic though – calliper brakes, a dynamo and Sturmey Archer three speed gears. I loved that bike.
Some time after I graduated to motorised transport a change seemed to happen in the cycling world. Suddenly they became a breed apart and developed the idea that they owned the fucking world. Suddenly every cyclist had to look like they were taking part in the Tour de France with their fancy racing bikes and the outfits they seemed compelled to wear.
What is it with those outfits? Why does every cyclist have to look like a scuba diver with a bunch of bananas on his head? I don’t dress up specially to go for a walk? I wear my normal clothes when I drive the car? Why the fuck do these people have to wear such hideous outfits just to get on a bike? Not only are the outfits hideous, I find them distinctly creepy.
I was down the village the other day and there was the usual mess of cyclists cluttering up the place. There was one couple that caught my attention though. Both he and she were wearing their fucking Spandex outfits, with weird contraptions on their heads and shoes that had chunks of metal fixed to the soles which made a silly clunking noise when they walked. What turned my stomach though was his fucking lunch-pack which bulged out like the bow of a super-tanker, and even worse, her camel toe. I have never seen anything less sexy in my life. Do these people not realise how fucking hideous and stupid they look? They honestly give me the creeps.
I see the law is clamping down on cyclists. About fucking time too.
There just should be on-the-spot fines for being fucking dick-heads.
Sounds fair enough to me. They do gear themselves up like tossers. When was the last time you heard a cyclist ring a bell?
All I usually hear from them is a few obscenities though a lot depends on how fast I'm going and whether I have the window open. Heh!
Over here, in Pennsylvania, they recently passed a law stating that a car must give a bicyclist a 4 foot wide right of way. So when I encounter a gaggle of cyclists riding ON a road, as compared to the side of the road, I'm expected to move into the oncoming traffic lane to pass these assholes. I use to love encountering a bunch of cyclists when I had my 1975 Chevy Caprice Classic convertible that needed a ring job. I would pull in front of the gang of cyclists and floor it and leave them in a large cloud of oil and gas smoke. Ahhh the good old days.
I used to have a car where if you pulled out the choke, it used to emit clouds of black smoke. It looked like a destroyer trying to protect a convoy!. Pity all chokes are done away with these days?
Your comment is a very neat example of why Europe is a better place than States: we are civilised here. You're about a century behind.
Careful, Jedrzej … Brianf is an expert shot with a rifle! [Or any gun for that matter].
I'm not surprised. He can't bring it to civilised places though, can he?
Uncle Buck ?
Hahaha!
Thanks Grandad! That needed to be said! I live next to a bike trail and I see these guys all the time! I ride my bike everyday, but I wear comfortable clothing to do so!….No camel toes here!…haha!
Doubtless I'll touch on the subject again. It's one of the tiny disadvantages of living in the country – the country roads seem to attract 'em like flies to shit.
with all this gear I still have to see one with a bicycle clip.
Personally I`m suspicious of men who shave their legs, who can travel right through France without once looking up, and who shove pills up their arses.
And all for the sake of a yellow jersey? I'm sure they could get a cheap yellow jersey in any second-hand shop? A lot less bother.