Cycling is the new Golf
Years ago to get away from his crappy job and the family that hates him a fat balding middle aged man would put on tartan pants, a pink polo shirt, one glove and walk around a golf course for half a day.The positive here is we didn't have to look at them. They had their own little enclosure fenced in with a little boys club house to drink beer and tell make believe stories to their fat balding middle aged mates.Now where are they?I will tell you!They are squeezing into tight lycra shorts and shirts, even the occasional lycra body suit. Riding 5 abreast and blocking the roads. The golf club house has emptied out into our Cafes.Our cafes have turned into bicycle sheds for latte sipping middle aged deadshits who look like jelly wrapped in cling film. It's offensive!How many of them actually ride anywhere? They go home and tell "the missus" about the big ride....yet the spent 4 hours sucking down coffee and bacon and cheese Panini's.Please leave our Cafes and return to your Golf clubs....out of site and stop putting the rest of us off our breakfast.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
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