Hail, sleet, snow, headwinds, cross winds, never ending hills, all of the above ... I moan like hell but keep on pedalling. But if there's one thing that makes me feel like quitting, it's the ogling.(that is unless I have my summer kit on with the zipper slightly lower than normal at which point the world is suddenly very friendly...)

I found going on a world tour that you soon got very used to being stared at constantly (and thanked your lucky stars when you were alone). However, around here, I generally see so few cyclists that it is not normally a problem, but if I notice I will pull the zip back up (I know, I'm a spoil sport). It has a habit of obeying gravity which probably means I should treat myself to a new top this summer. Must sort out that CV sometime soon...Hail, sleet, snow, headwinds, cross winds, never ending hills, all of the above ... I moan like hell but keep on pedalling. But if there's one thing that makes me feel like quitting, it's the ogling.
Me too - those lustful women, eh!Hail, sleet, snow, headwinds, cross winds, never ending hills, all of the above ... I moan like hell but keep on pedalling. But if there's one thing that makes me feel like quitting, it's the ogling.

That's quite disappointing that happens, is it other cyclists or peds that ogle mostly? Poor show.Hail, sleet, snow, headwinds, cross winds, never ending hills, all of the above ... I moan like hell but keep on pedalling. But if there's one thing that makes me feel like quitting, it's the ogling.
When parked up if I see a bike that tickles my fancy I'll wander over and take a look and may engage the owner in conversation "Is that your...."
I worry that when I look at interesting bikes that someone might think I'm sizing it up to nick. I will sometimes say to the owner that I like their bike but pass by locked bikes quickly so as not to look like a thief.

I'm with Herr-B. I say hello to all and sundry, even, even drivers at times.I say hello to all, even the 80 year old farmer types plodding along.
We're all on two wheels.
Thinking about it I don't speak to kids, lycra's bad enough without being accused of being a paedo.