If you ever doubted for a minute that the hardmen of yore drafted the blueprint for The Rules, you need only look at these fine examples to be reminded that no matter how limited the resources they had to work with, they still managed to do a better job of Looking Fantastic than we ever could.
It matters not to them that having pockets in the front of the jersey gave the impression of gynecomastia, their aching backs ably supported by crude inner-tube mansierres. They didn’t care that their cycling caps were actually just handkerchiefs tied at the corners, or that the bulging gusset in their shorts needed to be covered up at all times when off the bike by a strategically placed hand. It meant they got to fraternise with the likes of Wevelgem Mayor Wally de Schmoi, infamous for his love of wine, women and tucking his tie into his pants.
That’s just the way they rolled back then. And if you think they gave a fuck, well, think again. They were too busy laying waste to fools like us to even consider rolling their socks back up.
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@the Engine I'd always been led to believe that a certain level of exposure to nasties was a good thing for our immune systems. Kids that play outside in the mud generally being healthier than those who are kept inside by nervous mums that ate constantly wiping down any available surface with a disposable detol wipe.
That's certainly been the explanation Mrs Chris uses for the state of the inside of her car.
@heinous from what they were saying on the radio this morning you want to threaten to shout very loudly about it. There'll soon be someone round from the trust with a suitcase full of cash and a confidentiality agreement.
It's a win/win scenario, you get a hundred grand or so to fund a summer following the racing in Europe and when you spent it and go looking for a new job, they can't say you were rubbish.
@Chris
Although if you're in your 90's and have a large hole in your abdomen you might not be quite so keen to take your chances.
The inside of my car with muddy bike bits, sweaty kit and the debris of transporting #1 child on her international sporting career, would, if sampled properly, have more unknown bugs in it that any given square kilometre of rain forest.
@the Engine
Bunkum! The principles of combat medicine insist on mud to help fill the holes (or sphagnum moss if available) and the use of leaf cutter ants to suture the wound ! Rule #5!
Fuck Me! It's 12 degrees C outside, this means a ride sans arm or leg warmers and short gloves...Spring is temporarily here!
@Deakus
Hope you've done your guns
@ChrisO
Wow, that is the type of thing not normally seen 'round these parts. But, I think you're onto something, Chris!
@Daccordi Rider
This pic was taken back in the day when men's trousers had a waist band and were actually was worn around the waist. Not hip band or barely-hanging-onto-your arse band, but a waist band with braces (suspenders) Mayor Wally was secure. The man is deliberately smart.
@wiscot
Not to mention that trousers like that have rather voluminous pockets that allow for a reasonable amount of movement. Hence the gritted teeth and sly grin of a man lost in the moment.
M. Roche has just noticed and is pointing it out to M. Direct. The flat capped flunky has noticed that they've noticed and is frantically working out how to effect the cover up.
@wiscot
wiscot...I think you are supposed to yell, "You kids get off my lawn!" now...