Thaaaaarsands of 'em!!!
It seems like the combination of the weather and the tour has brought 'em all out in force. This mornings commute, which normally only sees the odd fellow cyclist, was instead a sea of badly fitting team-replica lycra, and gleaming, never-seen-rain, mid-life-crisis, race missiles.
I hope it stops equally as quickly as it started. There's nothing more unpleasant of a morning, than being repeatedly overtaken by them, and to then be treated to a wobbly, middle-aged mans bottom in garish team kit lycra in front of you, arse in the air as he's on the drops. Bleeuuuurgh!
There is some consolation I suppose. Smiling and nodding enthusiastically at the ones heading the other way. To be studiously ignored with that fixed-straight-ahead, oh-so-serious, totally joyless look on the faces. Like they're not extracting a single molicule of enjoyment out of the whole experience.
Please make it stop! The sooner golf is the new golf, the better IMHO