Yesterday was the Philadelphia International Cycling Championship. I went out to my friend MC's new house in Manayunk for a bike race party in the morning. I rode my bike there, just a leisurely ride to recover from the rugby tournament Saturday, but it was quite an interesting ride.
That bike race brings out all sorts of people in all sorts of places. There were young kids out picnicking with their parents, young people out partying with open containers in the street, older people sitting on the benches and porches with cameras, and cops everywhere.
Two things in particular stuck out:
1. The cops - there were tons of them and tons of female cops in tight black pants. I just wonder if they get to choose to wear those tight pants or they have to wear them as part of the female dress code.
2. The old potbellied men in cycling uniforms - there were tons of them as well. These people with bikes, fancy tight bike pants and shirts, and not so fancy big bellies. All the bikers and supporters come out and wave their cowbells, but this one guy I saw had a huge potbelly, his bike jersey half unzipped and instead of waving a cowbell, was stuffing his face with a dripping sandwich. Classy. I'll just say, he certainly didn't look like this.
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4 comments:
how did the sunburn feel on the bike seat as you peddled you utt around town
really? do you WAVE cowbells?
God you're mean salchicha. what would you describe it as?
i didn't mean to sound mean :-(
i would think "ring" because it's a bell, but i'm open to counter-arguments.
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