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Originally Posted by WT Sharpe
I want to go bike riding when I get back home, but I'll pass on doing it Tour de France style. The only spandex will be in my underwear. I don't want to risk tempting or corrupting the young ladies in the neighborhood.
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Several years ago I was walking on the sidewalk in a neighboring town when I suddenly heard someone call my name. I looked around but didn't see anyone I recognized -- just a few people walking on the sidewalk and a couple of bicyclists on the road, approaching.
The bicyclists pulled to the side and one of them waved to me. It took me quite a while to realize that one of the cyclists was my brother. (I knew he was a serious cyclist, but I'd never seen him in his gear.)
He was wearing iridescent spandex shorts and a tee shirt; a streamlined, ventilated riding helmet; and bug-eyed, reflectorized goggles.
He looked like a giant fruit fly.