iluvmybike
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The only way to measure a real cyclist is by the length of his/her beard......
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I'm told the "correct" pronoun should now be "they" to avoid offending

The only way to measure a real cyclist is by the length of his/her beard......
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Is there?There’s so much pointless snobbery in cycling from some quarters particularly.
I'm told the "correct" pronoun should now be "they" to avoid offending![]()
What about those who are offended by pluralising something that there is only one of?![]()
"They" has always been both plural and singular.What about those who are offended by pluralising something that there is only one of?![]()
Anyone getting offended by this is an wannabe pedant looking for a fight. (A fight that they would inevitably lose)What about those who are offended by pluralising something that there is only one of?![]()
Real chamois was rubbish. Dried as hard as cardboard and then you had to grease it before you put them on.
Pulling on cold greasy shorts was never lovely.
As a 'non proper' rider I note that there is concerted pressure, especially in the cycling press, for all cyclists to 'take it to the next level', 'goi harder and faster', 'MTFU', (the daftest advice of all) etc.
It seems to me that the reason for actually wanting to ride about on two wheels is often lost in all this coercion. (Propaganda?) Obviously not all do as they are told, but I'm surprised at just how many do see it that way. (Mountain biking even worse. 'Go big or go home', even if in some cases it results in life changing injury in the quest for notoriety!)
I was thinking this just recently while sitting in the car at the top of a local hill climb (Carlton Bank N.Yorks.) with a giant flask of tea and a box of egg sandwiches. (Always looked forward to, after any type of riding.) I watched a road cyclist slog his way to the top with a grin on his face, only to immediately turn about and belt back down. I bet to myself that he was on one of these utterly daft and boring Everest outings. Sure enough, by the time I'd exhausted the giant flask, and polished of the news and daily crossword, up he puffed again though this time with no grin on his face (it was hurting) only to belt back down again.
Now this, it seems to me, is the opposite to the sheer joy of riding a bike, and it is more of a self imposed repetitive and boring form of punishment. What on earth are they proving that couldn't be done in a more productive form? Whatever, suffering is a must for them!
That's very judgmental of you. My way is best and they are doing it all wrong.Now this, it seems to me, is the opposite to the sheer joy of riding a bike, and it is more of a self imposed repetitive and boring form of punishment. What on earth are they proving that couldn't be done in a more productive form? Whatever, suffering is a must for them!