At the age of 49, my wife convinced me that we should do
something together like ride bikes, you know something
active and outside. I went along with it, we got fat-tired
cruiser bikes, and I had a helluva time not letting her know how much pure
unadulterated fun I was having! Then, about a year later, I
I got one of those skinny-tired road bikes, a pair of those
silly looking cycling britches that no man would be caught
dead wearing unless he was Adonis incarnate, and a couple of
loudest, tackiest, brightest, glow-in-the-dark cycling
jerseys money could buy. I became, in a word, a MAMIL - a
middle aged man in lycra. And I'm pretty sure I've never had
so much fun in my life and I don't mind that people look at
me funny in the crazy getup that cyclists call a "kit."
"I have to say there seems to be more
Americans here than ever before. And it might not be the
sort of observation I’d make when I’m at home in Durango and
all the tourists from Texas are pulling into town, but the
Americans are a good looking crew – especially compared to
the French mountain trolls who we run into each year.
Unfortunately, too much inbreeding has left the trolls all
twisted up, whereas the Americans make the show with
straight up posture and good hair. "
- Bob Roll (a/k/a "Bobke") commenting on the 2010 Tour de
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