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Well-Known Member
- Region
- USA
- City
- Northeast Pennsylvania
There's nothing wrong with Spandex per se. It's the uniform of choice for serious cyclists. Unfortunately, many have an attitude but not all. Heck, I've seen "bike jerks" wearing cut offs and tank tops. I think rudeness is less a factor of the outfit and more the person wearing it.
For me with my slightly warped sense of humor, spandexers can actually be a source of entertainment. For example, a week or so ago, I was pulling a long uphill grade on one of my favorite trails. I was doing 8 - 10 MPH in PAS 1 when in my mirror, I spotted a spandexer slowly overtaking me. I let him get close enough to see a gray haired old duffer pedaling a "girls" bike in front of him. I upped the assist to PAS 2 and began pulling away doing 12 - 14 MPH. He stood on the pedals and again managed to close the gap. When he got to within 50 feet or so, I kicked the bike into PAS 3 and sped up to 15 - 16 MPH. I began pulling away again by pedaling harder but still remained seated. He redoubled his effort while standing on the pedals but couldn't keep up. Eventually, he pulled off the trail to catch his breath. I crested the hill a couple of minutes later and pulled over to wait. So as not to crush his ego, I wanted to show him my bike. He must have turned around though since I didn't see him again.
For me with my slightly warped sense of humor, spandexers can actually be a source of entertainment. For example, a week or so ago, I was pulling a long uphill grade on one of my favorite trails. I was doing 8 - 10 MPH in PAS 1 when in my mirror, I spotted a spandexer slowly overtaking me. I let him get close enough to see a gray haired old duffer pedaling a "girls" bike in front of him. I upped the assist to PAS 2 and began pulling away doing 12 - 14 MPH. He stood on the pedals and again managed to close the gap. When he got to within 50 feet or so, I kicked the bike into PAS 3 and sped up to 15 - 16 MPH. I began pulling away again by pedaling harder but still remained seated. He redoubled his effort while standing on the pedals but couldn't keep up. Eventually, he pulled off the trail to catch his breath. I crested the hill a couple of minutes later and pulled over to wait. So as not to crush his ego, I wanted to show him my bike. He must have turned around though since I didn't see him again.