You’ve Heard of a Beer Gut?
Over the last ten weeks or so I’ve hardly ridden a bike. OK, so I’ve probably ridden further every week than most people in the UK do in a whole year, but I’m sure you know what I mean. I’ve been “just too busy*” to ride anything like as often as I’d like.
I’ve still been going to work, but driving instead of riding. The strangest thing has happened as a result - I’ve turned from a Peter Pan / Dorian Grey iron-thighed whippet into a rubber-legged pot-bellied wheezer.
Having done a whole bunch of fettling on Byron yesterday, I felt duty bound to ride to work today. And to do it in Lycra. Decency and the wish to keep my readers prevents me from posting a picture of the result here, but suffice to say, it ain’t pretty. With the bib shorts on I finally had to admit to myself:
I’ve grown a petrol gut!
We’re talking proper a MAMIL body. Ewww!
Yep. It’s true what they say:
There’s only one thing to do about this of course.
Stop wearing Lycra!
*”Just too busy” = lame excuse.