by The Hub
This is the cryptic side for me. I've been a pretty committed cyclist since a kid. But Lycra WAS NEVER ON THE RADAR.
Wasn't Lycra for those robots, the borg-like runners and triathletes. The ones who abrasion sunglasses to keep quiet their infrared emitting eyeballs. These people are salubriousness freaks, unrelenting machines. I unprejudiced like riding bikes, I felt uneasy when I stopped at the lights alongside a Lycra borg, legitimate the simple competitiveness of them, well-deserved seems non-essential. I've done a few sportives on my cross-breed, and there's nothing more filling than wealthy prior someone who's manifestly forked out the most qualified part of 10K on bike and clothes.
I never ever wanted to go Lycra.
I never wanted to go to the Dim Side.
(Pic from http://www.grahamrobins.net/)
But something changed, it might have been when I did a cyclo-piqued racetrack in Oxford, wearing customised modify vertical trousers cut down to shorts, and someone said I looked like a bag lady. It might have been when I at long last went to cleats, it might have been when I started riding a course bike. I felt I was changing. I started obsessing about cycling.
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