Just wondering about ladies???

[coffeejo]

I'm homogametic too (wonderful way of saying it! Are you a geek too, coffeejo?)

Only in an amateur way.

 

[Globalti]

Is it true that horses sweat, men perspire and ladies gently glow?

 

[suffolkcindy]

Hi im a female cyclist into touring far and wide 50-70miles/day usually solo...also love road cycling carbon fibre fast as i can go with local clubs, do a few audaxes and a bit of off road hard tail too...

 

[vickster]

Of course...

 

[potsy]

I'm not a lady (before @potsy says anything )

Hey don't bring me into this girl-fest of a thread
Welcome btw EW

 

[phil_hg_uk]

[QUOTE 2069404, member: 45"]Don't tell anyone, but apparently Arch is a lady.[/quote]

 

[hobbitonabike]

Wow hello all!!! Not sure if this thread is more about cyclists of the female persuasion or cake!!! Lol lol.

 

[ttcycle]

Definitely cake...always cake..!

Female cyclist too...used to be really fit and training for competing...alas no more as had some drastic life changes and some illness which scuppered the cycling plans before I had a chance to start! Now, don't get out on the bike much but plan to.

Oh yes and I love cake (a bit too much I think) as well as baking the damn things...will go through phases of macaron baking. MMMM almonds!

 

[Baggy]

MMMM almonds!

MMMMM!

And "hello" from another cyclist of the female persuasion

 

[KateK]

Is it true that horses sweat, men perspire and ladies gently glow?

Of course it is, women never get to the top of a hill sweating for England, beetroot and shiny faced with inexpertly expelled snot plastered across their shoulders. No No! - we're all too fragrant for that - We merely glide elegantly upwards lifted by the clouds of our loveliness and arrive, like delicate flowerrs, into the beautiful sunshine of the high plateaux.
And we eat our cakes with pastry forks, and dab our delicate mouths with laundered table napkins.

 

[Sandra6]

Of course it is, women never get to the top of a hill sweating for England, beetroot and shiny faced with inexpertly expelled snot plastered across their shoulders. No No! - we're all too fragrant for that - We merely glide elegantly upwards lifted by the clouds of our loveliness and arrive, like delicate flowerrs, into the beautiful sunshine of the high plateaux.
And we eat our cakes with pastry forks, and dab our delicate mouths with laundered table napkins.

Describes me cycling to a tee.
Possibly.

 

[hobbitonabike]

Of course it is, women never get to the top of a hill sweating for England, beetroot and shiny faced with inexpertly expelled snot plastered across their shoulders. No No! - we're all too fragrant for that - We merely glide elegantly upwards lifted by the clouds of our loveliness and arrive, like delicate flowerrs, into the beautiful sunshine of the high plateaux.
And we eat our cakes with pastry forks, and dab our delicate mouths with laundered table napkins.

Yep thats definately me...oh hang on...that might be the hallucination caused by oxygen deprivation when I've collapses in a snot ridden mess at the hill summit...(for summit read 'top of small hill)

 

[Mo1959]

Yep thats definately me...oh hang on...that might be the hallucination caused by oxygen deprivation when I've collapses in a snot ridden mess at the hill summit...(for summit read 'top of small hill)

Yep. When I set out this morning it was only one degree above freezing and I must confess to using the back of my gloves a few times for the removal of said snot!! Yes, I know, too much information.

 

[carolonabike]

Of course it is, women never get to the top of a hill sweating for England, beetroot and shiny faced with inexpertly expelled snot plastered across their shoulders. No No! - we're all too fragrant for that - We merely glide elegantly upwards lifted by the clouds of our loveliness and arrive, like delicate flowerrs, into the beautiful sunshine of the high plateaux.
And we eat our cakes with pastry forks, and dab our delicate mouths with laundered table napkins.

Me too