Mountain Bike Riders: Filthy Perverts
I’ve noticed that a lot of people who ride bikes get very tribal. When I’m dressed as a roadie, other roadies will acknowledge me, but people in normal clothes will ignore me; roadies treat me like a visitor from That London when I’m on the fixie; people wearing regular clothes & riding BSOs won’t look me in the eye when I’m on the Pashley.
You get the picture.
So far, I’ve been convinced that this fear of other sorts of riders is baseless, and I always make a point of nodding, waving, or trying to talk to anyone else on a bike. Until now, this has extended to people on mountain bikes too - even though I don’t own or ride one ever.
But shocking new evidence has now come to light, and from now on I’m not talking to anyone on a mountain bike:
You’re obviously all a bunch of filthy perverts!