I am now on the hunt for sensible cycling clothes. My cycling wardrobe is lycra. A holdover from the road bike riding. Yuk! I hate that stuff. It’s made for people with no body fat. That is surely not me! I’m an overweight granny.
Don’t get me started about the typical cyclist. They love acting like jerks when they put on lycra. Maybe they’re trying to convince themselves that they are manly even though they are wearing a brightly colored superhero outfit. But not just any superhero outfit – this one comes complete with a diaper sewn into the shorts! Many of these cyclists even believe they have to shave their legs – something to do with aerodynamics and making it easier to clean road rash. But I know they are just making sure you can see how cute their legs are. 
I call these guys the greyhounds. The greyhounds can only see other greyhounds. They run in packs. They are challenging each other to determine who the top dog of the pack is. The top dog is the rebel: running lights, blocking traffic lanes, flipping off drivers, and other silly rebellious behavior. A greyhound would never ride a mountain bike, a hybrid or a recumbent!!
Once these guys get off the bike, they are normal people. It must be the magical transformative powers of lycra!
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