If you are reading this, chances are you are a fellow cyclist. As you know, we are not really considered to be 'normal' by our non-riding friends, colleagues and family. Face it, for those who have not seen the light, we are a wee bit weird. We spend huge amounts of money on our bikes. And our idea of a pleasant day is a 100 km ride in the baking heat, wearing tight-fitting lycra. And most importantly (this is actually sacrilege in a number of 'developed' countries) we shun driving cars. Which makes us positively, certifiably loony in the eyes of the majority.
Having said this, there are occasions when our propensity for... ehm, weirdness can be both entertaining and worthwhile. Many of you will have heard of Fat Cyclist. Heck, he is one of the reasons that I got into this blogging thing. And my view on his posts changed further when my father went through a serious bout of cancer about a year ago.
So, when Fatty proposes something fun and at the same time useful in the fight against cancer, I pay attention. And if it also absolutely ridiculous, well then, I seriously consider participating.
So, if you are serious about cycling and fighting cancer, please consider signing up for the '2nd Annual FatCyclist.com 100 miles of Nowhere'. The proposal - to ride 100 miles on your home trainer while pledging money for the fight against cancer - is ludicrous... Well, at least the cycling bit is. Of course, if you do not have the trainer, you are given the option of riding 100 miles up and down your driveway...
I don't know about you guys, but anything over 45 minutes on the trainer is absolute hell for me. So paying money to do it for about 7 hours straight is something that takes some gumption... well either that or a severely limited intellect.
I am signing up.
So what are you waiting for?
*Picture borrowed from www.tri247.org... I hope they don't mind!
What to say? I love to ride! I commute daily here in Rome, and am fortunate enough to have the time to ride regularly on my road bike whenever the weather permits.
Married, my wife allows me to indulge far too much in my delusions of cycling grandeur, with two wonderful daughters who are still young enough to believe that their dad is cool.
All in all, life is good.