My dad HATES cycling – bunch of shaven legged, steroid guzzling johnny foreigners poncing round on bikes etc etc.
This tour has been fantastic for convincing people with such mindsets that cyclists don’t take drugs (or at least get caught), and that cyclists are actually way, way harder than any of the tradionally favoured sportsmen in Britain.
I hear that nonsense all the time in various places about cyclists being a bit gay and looking like girls. ‘They’re not real men like *this footballer* or *this rugby player*. They’re proper hardmen.’
Time to pop out the picture of Hoogerland getting his arse and nads shredded by barbed wire and then jumping back on his bike to come fifth, or a picture of Laurens ten Dam slamming his face into a rock, having a bit of bandage wrapped around his hooter and then just carrying on looking like he’s done ten rounds with Tyson.
*that’s* a proper hardman.