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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I wonder what colour the Mayor's face is in reality - was it blue? - could the smurfs have originated from Belgium rather than Khazakhstan, where they now reside?
That Dude to the left of the Mayor (our right) totally made me think of that "Dead Poet's" movie scene where Robin Williams is showing the kids all those old photos and whispering "Carpe Diem".
Clearly there is some element of pre elastane, sock deficiency at play here, but I have to say that these guys seems to have a casually deliberate air about the ankles that the likes of Wiggins and some of the other rule 27 testers should take note of.
The barrel chested physique, reminiscent of a Company Sergeant Major gives me hope yet....great photo!
I particularly like the wing nut quick release and it appears that the gent with the durby hat is getting some eyeball liberty. The cobbles even looked relentless back in the day.
Man, those wool shorts sure were itchy! Also, every one of those guys weights twice what wee Schlecky weighs! Methinks the discussion is about who'll win and how much they'll pay for the privilege and how much the man in the derby gets as his cut.
@Deakus Ahh yes, the CSM. The angry man that won't stop yelling at me and can beat my carcass to death with his evil eye!
The sheer manhood in this photo makes me want to find a foundry to work in before each ride!
@wiscot I reckon the man in the derby is thinking "smile for the photo with the dumb fuckers then it's time for a four hour lunch at the sponsors expense before I need to be back on the podium"
@Chris
Damn, I guess I didn't look hard enough to recognize Pat McQuaid's grandad!
'Mayor Wally de Schmoi, infamous for his love of wine, women and tucking his tie into his pants.'
should read:
'Mayor Wally de Schmoi, infamous for his love of wine, women, and tucking his tie into his pants.'
Oxford comma for the win!