Cyclish Confessions

People don’t understand. They label us as ‘cyclish‘ or aggressive and even boorish. Even the definition of ‘motor-mouth‘ suggests that you can’t trust your average cyclist.

It’s just masking the truth.

When I step on a bike, whether it’s a 30-year old beater, my very first bike (’86 Raleigh Bighorn), my dream bike from when I was 16 (’91 Trek 830), it’s insurance replacement a ’94 Wheeler 8800 Comp or my recent tax-free ’08 KHS Flyte 350.

IT’S A FREAKING TIME TRIAL. NEVER GET PASSED, DON’T STOP FOR ANYTHING!

Lance wouldn’t expect anything less!

btw – a future post will be about my two bike accidents, one with a moped in Hoofddorp and another with a Ford Escort in Badhoevedorp, both my fault.

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