I've been disturbed recently by several pictures of upside down bikes. Upside down pictures make me squirm in my chair. I wince and narrow my eyes slightly. My hands twitch on the keyboard ready to admonish and elucidate. Upside down in a puddle was the worst; I cried a bit. Especially as the Garmin was still on it.
Do not do this. I speak as one who has seen the light and is an evangelist to upside downers. You will, in no particular order. Scratch your hoods, mucky them, bend their cables, scratch their covers. You will forget your computer as you scrape it through the mud, You will muddy your saddle and hence soil your shorts. But worst, you will look like an amateur and elicit tuts, smirks and shakes of the head.
A gentle laying down of the bike is all that is required to preserve dignity. I plead, nay beseech, that you leave behind your upside downess.
Do not do this. I speak as one who has seen the light and is an evangelist to upside downers. You will, in no particular order. Scratch your hoods, mucky them, bend their cables, scratch their covers. You will forget your computer as you scrape it through the mud, You will muddy your saddle and hence soil your shorts. But worst, you will look like an amateur and elicit tuts, smirks and shakes of the head.
A gentle laying down of the bike is all that is required to preserve dignity. I plead, nay beseech, that you leave behind your upside downess.