I’m not a very good cyclist. I’m also not a good photographer.
But, and this will come as a shock to regular readers, I have a highly developed bicycle aesthetic. Honey and I are back from our annual pilgrimage to the Tour de Georgia. Despite the whole lesbian thing, I think biker boy legs are sexy. And bikes are sexy (which defies sexual categories).
Herewith a few pictures I snapped of the pretty of it all. Oh and feel free to click on the pictures. That way you can see my bad photography REALLY big.
Thusly, the things enjoyed, though not excelled in, become one for a moment.
Janez Brajkovic, the eventual winner:

Ok, you’ve got to admit, this is a pretty leg. It’s Brajkovic’s.

David Canada, ultimately 3rd in the race. He was leading at the start of this stage.

Christian Vandevelde. He finished second, and like all American riders taking off from the Chickamauga stage was sent off with a blast from a rifle fired by a group of Confederate reenactors. I didn’t take a picture of them.

My bike is also pretty. So, here are some pictures of it. I wouldn’t want it to get jealous…




How fast do I ride? Here’s my sense enacted in bar plugs.

My snail and I are happy to go, slow, though. That way people can see how pretty the bike is a little better.
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