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 😉
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
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!
One of them lot waved at me the other day…i nearly fell off in shock. Buoyed by the experience, I cheerily waved at the next one I saw a mile or 2 later and got completely blanked. Funny bunch them.
I’m going to ride my nice carbon road bike (no team kit, sorry) up to the Rose and Crown repeatedly later, blasting out Mumford and Sons from my phone, just for Binners pleasure. 😀
But on a more serious note, I too hate this time of year. The Tour brings out shonky riding roadie groups of mates who miander and wobble all over MY lanes.. Gawd last night I was soooo annoyed, just out for a simple supper in a fabulous Gastro I found and what happens… ? A group of about 15 pink/blue/yellow emblazoned “faux” roadies hacking down one of MY lanes enjoying themselves.
I had one of the feckers trying to take a free wheel suck yesterday.
I spotted him, shiny kit and all stood by the roadside drinking (can’t drink and ride…). Next thing he’s on my wheel doing a stealthy suck. I was in the last couple of miles of a 100 (and a bit) and felt a bit fcked so couldn’t go any faster to drop him.
In the end, I stopped pedalling, waved him through with a cheery ‘you’re not getting a free pull you know’. Bastard.
there’s definitely Tour Fever in the air, especially as it’s sunny too. what I hate is when they try to play racies with you and start sucking your wheel, and don’t get the hint when you start weaving around to try and get rid. I’ve slammed on the brakes a couple of times which seems to give them the message to piss off.
EDIT: I don’t mind a little challenge and a bit of friendly competition, but wheel sucking is off the menu. especially up a hill, into a headwind. I’m looking at you Mr White Top Trek rider.
It’s been quiet round here all summer, tho’ I was passed by one of those triathlete types this morning- I was taking it easy before tomorrows ride you see! Last year was much more fun in the SCR stakes. There are many more lycra clad ladies about tho’…
More people on bikes = less people in cars. That has to be a good thing?
Doesn’t mean they can’t be mocked though does it?
I’ve seen some corkers this past week or two But my favourite was on Tuesday – the ultimate Team Sky Fan-boi; full replica team kit, Dogma, rather Chunky, with his saddle way too low.
I was tempted to shout “Crikey Brad, let the diet slip have we?!!?” but thought that was a bit too cruel so I gave him a nod instead (not returned)…
Some seem polite a fair majority blank you, the same faces I normally see cycling to/from work give you a nod/smile, commuters and “Proper” local roadies alike, it’s only the fair-weather cyclists all look too stern to actually be enjoying this weeks lifestyle choice…
They’ll be onto something else by next Friday and normal service can be resumed…
I do sometimes, when I’m bored, go out on a recumbent to tease them. Nothing winds them up more when they’re head down, pedaling like mad, to have someone in shorts and sandals stroll past waving cheerfully.
Sometimes I do a wee burst of speed just before I pass so I can do it freewheeling 😉
There’s loads more in South Manchester. I seem to have a commuter race every morning now when it used to be once in a blue moon. Lots of opportunities to perfect my nonchalant overtaking technique 🙂
According to Chris Boardman in his wind tunnel, someone drafting makes it easier for the rider in front by smoothing the airflow behind. Probably not at commuting speeds though.
If they’re quicker than you then either you’re really crap, or they’re not new riders, reinforced by the usage of the drops, a true MAMIL can’t reach, as their gut gets in the way.
I say hello to everyone, MTB or road, get ignored most by MTBers. As always though, WGAS?
really? you want there to be less bikes, and more cars on the road? anything that gets more people on bikes can only be a good thing, on so many levels.
Less bikes and less cars would be good ,quiet Sunday rides ,no traffic ,no shopping centres open ,just like in the 70s and early 80s .Only downside not many cafes open either
Hmm, is ever increasingly ‘out there’ modes of dress that attract the give it a goers?
Rubert the Bear trousers topped off with a sun visor thing for golfists, sponsor emblazoned hot pants and tube tops with clip cloppy tap shoes for the defectors to cycling.
I predict next year’s “golf” will be morris dancing or Mexican show wrestling! 😀
The tour generates a target rich environment as far as I’m concerned.
What’s really great is having some chubby, sky-clad mamil lurch past with sweat pouring out of his helmet, thinking he’s faster than someone and then taking him on a journey of pain and suffering by passing him back and then keeping the pace nicely on the ‘I can just keep up’ threshold.
Thinking about it I could do with a mirror to save me having to keep checking where they are. Some of them die without any notificiation although I can usually hear them going through the gears once their legs explode.