Blinding

This man’s identity has been protected for his own good. This photo only tells half the story and it’s not the worst half. That is hiding under the table.
It was a normal night in a London pub, about 9pm, when he appeared. He was resplendent in his lovely fluorescent commuter jacket but worse lurks under the table: The tightest, shiniest cycling shorts.

As you have probably picked up, I have certain issues with this outfit. I’m sure he’s a lovely guy but this shouldn’t happen. The guy has obviously given a lot of thought to what is suitable clothing for riding a bike, so why hasn’t he given the same amount of thought to what is suitable clothing for sitting in a pub, and brought a pair of jeans? It’s not even as if he was having a quick pint after work. It’s the clothing equivalent of saying to his companions “Hi, I had no interest in seeing any of you tonight, but I did enjoy riding here”. I can talk about bikes a little bit too much, but even I don’t communicate my preoccupation to my friends through the medium of my hairy legs in lycra.

R