Today I took one step closer to becoming a 'proper' cyclist. Today, resplendent in my new Adelaide Cyclists jersey, I ventured out fully clad in lycra for the first time.
What on earth is happening to me? Eighteen months ago I was a public transport catching, Sunday afternoon TV watching regular kind of person. Yes, I watched the Tour de France every year and mused to myself how nice it would be to get back on a bike again. But I never imagined how extensive my transformation was going to be.
Now, whenever I see a bike or someone on a bike I'm transfixed. Even when I walk down the street I check out bikes that are chained to street signs... even the fixies parked in and around Hindley Street catch my eye.
All that's left for me now is to get some gloves and some proper pedals and shoes and my transformation will be complete. And then, no longer will I be seen as just a guy in a regular t-shirt and shorts going somewhere on his bike. I'll be an identifiable member of a sub-culture who actually enjoys the idea of going out for a ride, often with nowhere in particular to go, simply for the sake of the journey... simply for the challenge of a hill or the freedom of a long open (and car free) road. Simply for the feeling of satisfaction at the end of the ride of a job well done.
Of course, the great thing about cycling is that you don't have to be wearing lycra or be riding a $5000 bike (or even a $1000 one) to enjoy the ride.
That's what it's all about in the end, right?
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