Many of the roads we'll be using on our Dec. 13th Mulholland run are used by cyclists. On these small secondary roads, it takes quite a feat to avoid clipping a peloton of cyclists. And yet, there really isn't something quite like a group of cyclists going at speed around corners and downhill. I'd gladly slow down for them, unless I'm chasing Jack Olsen or Tyson.
As a cyclist of road bikes with very thin padding in the saddle, spandex is a must. Either that, or you won't have much "fun" to bring home to your wife and/or girlfriend after a couple hours on the cranks.
The only time I wished I wasn't wearing spandex was during a ride in Atherton, Ca., which is in Northern California. On a dark two-lane road, a car slowed up behind me and a coy voice (read male and gay) inquired if I needed a ride to San Francisco.
Hmmm...I wonder: do I look like I'm going to San Francisco each time I get on my bike with spandex? I dunno?
