July 12, 2009

Reasons why I wouldn't be a racing cyclist, ever

Let's leave aside the obvious part about how I'm slow and focus on all the *other* reasons why I will never be part of the paceline, shall we?

1. I don't have the bike. I wouldn't even know how to go about buying a fast bike.
2. I don't like fixing flats.
3. I don't like the outfits. Like, at all. I like t-shirts and shorts. I despise the sausage pants with the padded ass, and reserve them for when I've had more than four or five long (like >80km, it's long in my world) days without a rest day.
4. I like to look at scenery. That is best done sitting upright, not focused on the rear wheel in front of me.
5. I like all sorts of detours, and don't want to worry if my rims can handle the gravelly washboard / mud / potholes.
6. I like to take along a bunch of crap. Today, in my pannier, I had my lock, a raincoat, a long sleeve shirt, my camera, three liters of water / iced tea, a map, a gps, and a whole lot of snacks.
7. The snacks are the real reason. I think guzzling gatorade and slurping energy gels is a fate worse than spinning class in the summer. Over my 91 km today, I ate leftover pasta, drank a whole liter of iced tea, and had a whack of cherries. Can't fit that stuff in three pockets on the back of your jersey.
8. But don't forget, I'm slow. And not just because of the snack breaks.

Posted by Johanna at July 12, 2009 09:35 PM

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