I live quite close to where the Olympic cycle road race will pass through in July (nine times in fact - Boxhill). In reality what this means is that the route is full of would-be Olympic cyclists (i.e. amateurs) who want to sample the route for themselves.
Good for them I suppose, but trying to drive down these narrow country lanes is becoming a PITA because of these wannabe Mark Cavendish's. If you manage to scrape past one then another one pops up a few yards later. Like most cyclists they don't give a stuff about the rules of the road and have no sense of what's going on behind them. But it was whilst I was stuck behind one of them that I realised what really gets to me.
IT'S THE LYCRA!
Now, Cavendish and Hoy can get away with it and Victoria Pendleton certainly can, but the thing about lycra is that it sticks very closely to the contours of your body. So being middle-aged and overweight, which 99% of these Olympic wannabees are, makes wearing lycra a really shit look. A big bulging arse that flops over the side of the blade that they call a saddle is not a welcome sight. A brightly coloured nylon-look jersey isn't going to make anyone ride any faster - when it's stretched across a rotund fat belly. And figure-hugging shorts that leave nothing to the imagination aren't going to win any admiring female glances.
Even the riding technique these guys employ is rather strange, with knees poking out. Yuck. Hopefully its popularity will quickly fade away after the Olympics is over and we can all drive on our roads in peace.
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