When is a cyclist not a true cyclist?
Don't know.
The lady I saw yesterday battling her way home from shopping on a bike shaped object with Tesco bags on the handle bars. A true cyclist.
The lad on a BMX with the saddle low, his bare arse was dragging along the ground. A true cyclist.
The yobbo in a hoodie carrying the his mate on the bars on some old two wheeled crate with one flat tyre. A true cyclist.
The young mum cycling back from the school run, on a bike with a very rusty chain with a toddler in the child seat. A true cyclist.
The three 10/11 year old boys outside Costa coffee in Brackley a couple of weeks ago showing off on unicycles on the piazza. True cyclists one and all.
The old bloke I see nearly every evening on the way home from work in all weathers in a high vis jacket pedalling with his heals. A true cyclist
The 45 year old Rapha wearing poseur with a 5.5K carbon beauty gathering dust on a hook in the garage. A true cyclist.(well he could be one day).
The two boys next door with their Halford kids Mountain Bikes strewn across the drive most of the time. True cyclists.
The nutter who cycled round the world in record time. A true cyclist.
The Community Support Officers cycling around the town trying to do a job no-one wants them to do. A true cyclist
London Bike Paramedics. True cyclists.
All of them ride a bike, all them in my opinion true cyclists.
Na na na nah !
Those who wear team kit, have flash bikes are serious about their image but no more a cyclist than those who are on "decrepit mountain bikes with jeans"
