Bicycle commuters FTL
Jun. 26th, 2007 02:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
batskeetsI have to admit, I'm always making fun of--well, in my head, anyway--those corporate dingus types who bike to and from work in those full-on lycra shirts and shorts sets with bicycle company logos and bright colors plastered all over them. You know they're corporate dingus types, because when you stop behind them at the traffic light, they're laughing very pretentiously with each other, and talking about big business things, and being generally very yuppie.
And you KNOW that they're the guys who are running around in fancy suits and playing at being Very Important all day, and it kind of cracks me up to see them with their matching-and-probably-ludicrously-expensive racing outfits, and their special cycling shoes, and their garishly shiny racing helmets, looking all "ZOMG I AM TEH HARDCORE CYCLIST!!!11" Because it's *that hard* to just grab a pair of shorts and a t-shirt! Pshaw.
Yeah, I know, I shouldn't judge. Maybe some of them *are* hardcore cyclists! But, on the other hand, I doubt that ALL, or even most of them are hardcore cyclists.
Anyhoo, rewind to yesterday morning, after I've ridden to work in my boring business casual slacks-and-shirt. I see a kinked-up piece of black thread snagged on my bike frame, and I think, "wow, where did this mysterious thread come from?"
Less than a minute later, I step into the elevator, and the hem of my left pants leg flops open onto the floor. Because the thread on my bike was the thread that had previously been holding the hem of my pants together.
Oops.
...soooooo, um, yeah. I guess I kind of get the whole cycling outfit thing. I still don't think you need to blow hundreds of dollars on some goofy spandex thing, but I can see where those guys might get their undies in a twist, if their bikes were yanking threads out of their ludicrously overpriced slacks.
And you KNOW that they're the guys who are running around in fancy suits and playing at being Very Important all day, and it kind of cracks me up to see them with their matching-and-probably-ludicrously-expensive racing outfits, and their special cycling shoes, and their garishly shiny racing helmets, looking all "ZOMG I AM TEH HARDCORE CYCLIST!!!11" Because it's *that hard* to just grab a pair of shorts and a t-shirt! Pshaw.
Yeah, I know, I shouldn't judge. Maybe some of them *are* hardcore cyclists! But, on the other hand, I doubt that ALL, or even most of them are hardcore cyclists.
Anyhoo, rewind to yesterday morning, after I've ridden to work in my boring business casual slacks-and-shirt. I see a kinked-up piece of black thread snagged on my bike frame, and I think, "wow, where did this mysterious thread come from?"
Less than a minute later, I step into the elevator, and the hem of my left pants leg flops open onto the floor. Because the thread on my bike was the thread that had previously been holding the hem of my pants together.
Oops.
...soooooo, um, yeah. I guess I kind of get the whole cycling outfit thing. I still don't think you need to blow hundreds of dollars on some goofy spandex thing, but I can see where those guys might get their undies in a twist, if their bikes were yanking threads out of their ludicrously overpriced slacks.
