Time for a Road Bike: Busted in Bike Shorts!


A picture is worth a thousand words, they say. So many of you know one of the keys to my weight loss (over 35 lbs now), has been long 25-30 mile rides. BTW, this type of consistent riding can hurt your ass as well as affect male fertility.

I was always one of those guys that sneered at other men in their tight, padded, spandex bike shorts (women, please keep wearing them :)) But, the detriments of serious bike riding were too much for me, so I decided to bite the bullet, and buy a pair of bike shorts. I figured, “F*)k it,
no one will see me on the bike trails anyway besides fellow bikers (many of the serious riders in bike shorts), runners, and walkers.”

Unfortunately, today at mile 18 of this weekend’s ride my bike imploded. All the hard riding destroyed the rear spokes, killed my chain (worn through) and has likely ruined the teeth on my high gears.

This happened two miles north of old town, so you got it, I had to walk into the city with my bike shorts on. Yay!

So I hit the bike shop north of town, with not much hastle and a few bad looks… Not from women, but from other guys (dude, what is your problem!).

The bike shop owner when he found how much riding I had been doing was a bit mortified. I said, “I think it’s time for a road bike.” He said, “Uh, huh.”

OK, after the shop, I called Caitlin for a ride (meet me at Ben & Jerry’s!). So now I unwittingly set myself up for the walk of shame into the heart of Old Town Alexandria.

Yeah, 30 something guy in his bike shorts with his belly (note: no longer a gut!) hanging out… “Hey, how You doin’?” Uh, yeah. Many more looks, and I’m feeling, well, like a big ole dork. Once I got to Ben & Jerry’s, I just parked my butt on the steps, and tried not too look to self conscious.

Good times. Yet another edition of Shock and Flaw provided by Geoff Livingston.