So, if you dress for riding your bike, and you are not Lance Armstrong, you are basically a dork.
If you do not dress for riding your bike, in other words, don't put on the uniform of the athlete, then you are just some guy on a bike in his work clothes. Either no license, or swimming upstream against the average schmuck looking at you from his SUV(or more accurately, looked at by the guy in his Tercel who hopes to drive an SUV someday, but can't even catch up to his credit cards).
Really, if you were doing it for exercise, then you would ride a stationary bike at the gym.
This riding bikes on the road is obviously for maniacs.
Combine that with the myth of Dad letting go of the seat, and then telling you for the first time, from tens of feet further behind you than you ever imagined, "You're doing it on your own!". From independance to dork in 20 years.
Can you tell my Dad stopped by today with his not too bad bike, dressed not for riding? We had a good 15 minute conversation with me standing in the street, and him riding fidure eights around me. He looked like he was having more fun than me standing still.
Might need to get a bike, and look like a dork. Whenever anyone sneers at me I'll just shout "Your wife has secret credit cards you know nothing about!'.
She might not, but the SUV payments are usually enough to make them think.
Posted by dglynn at October 19, 2003 03:56 AM