I would also add my observation that on the average, the serious male cyclists tend toward being...effeminate. But that would be catty.
“I would also add my observation that on the average, the serious male cyclists tend toward being...effeminate. But that would be catty.”
Well, I’ve ridden 10,000 miles on this bicycle alone, and showered w/ hundreds of cyclists (all males, and I think I’d remember showering with a female cyclist), and no one has ever made a pass at me.
This record is better than when I was a member of clergy, and I got passes from other members of clergy. So, does this mean that the clergy garb is more effeminate?
Perhaps you should come down to Austin this weekend when it is 100 degrees and ride with me in the Hill Country for 50 miles. I will provide a bike, the bike shorts and a helmet.
I am guessing that we would see who is really effeminate long before the 50 miles are complete.
True enough, but what also annoys me is that 9 out of 10 of the cyclists in my area wear yellow Tour de France leader jerseys when they're out riding as if they fricking Lance Armstrong.
That's like someone playing touch football while wearing a fake Superbowl ring.
It's just pathetic.
Three co-workers of mine have broken ribs in the last year biking. Two were affectionately named “Stumpy” and “Curby” for obvious reasons. Trust me, those guys are anything but effiminate. They are also the smart kind. I bike often, and am dismayed myself about how poorly many bikes share the road.