Last week’s post by Bikeyface really struck a chord with me. I’ve always worried about what I looked like on the bike, and like her, I am neither a kitted-out Lance wannabe, nor a goateed hipster. I am also not a lovely lady wearing a flowing dress on a bike with a basket.
Nope. Most days, when I’m biking, I’m commuting to work, and I look like this:
Casual work shoes, pant legs rolled up, long underwear underneath, and a winter jacket. Not particularly flattering.
Let’s face it: no one will mistake me for a model, either on or off the bike. I’m lucky if I can get my clothes to match and be unwrinkled. But there is one concession to style I will make:
Cycling Cap Tuesday.