(like "meanwhile", but for cycling stuff. Ride reports should stay in "My ride today")
On the weekend I rode through Richmond Park. I am overweight, with a big arse so code strongly female and middle aged from behind. I was moving steadily up a hill, but not fast, and I was close passed by a cyclist. Not omigod-I-could-have-died close, just you-have-the-entire-road,-use-it close. Startling and annoying. He was male, young and skinny. As he passed, I thought, what is that disgusting dirty white thing hanging from his saddle? A second later I recognised it was bike balls.
If I had my kit with me, I would have shot a tranquiliser dart into him so I could use him in my study of toxic masculinity.
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