Well the sun is out! Shorts, short sleeved jerseys little white sock! ( No black ones in my world, or knee/calf length). Isnt it just fantastic? Taking on board loads of water, zips undone & sun cream trying its best to stop the deadly UV rays (sweat seems to counter any creams and then we cook in our own sweat). Nice. The cycling tan is coming along nicely, defined lines ofd action shout my sport to others. The wife walks 30m ahead trying not to answer anything said in her direction. Why? Cycling tans are a signal of all the hard work done over winter, skin wrapped up in none anything prenetrating. The hard hills and intervals of early spring and legwarmers. At last we can now show off those shaved and honed/toned muscles we are so proud of.
Why arent others? Do they not see us as the partakers in the worlds hardest sport? Do they not see that they should be proud of us because we are possibly some of the most interesting wildlife seen in not only the country but also urban and indeed city areas. We have the ancient rite of the warrior to be respected in all our guises, cycling armour - DryWool - or civvies. Stand up and show that defined line of the wheeled Ninja, be proud of the CYCLING TAN!
Word!
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