When I first started cycling, I had no idea it was a "social" activity. But sometimes I can't get these fuckers to shut up.
Being the fat guy at the start line in a cycling event is like being the hairy 300-pound dude at the beach in a speedo. I'm in my tight-ass shorts surrounded by all these skinny happy fucks talking about their "race" goals. They are setting up their cadence counters, heart monitors and the other bullshit … Continue reading Fat Biker Problems – Events
When I started cycling, I never realized I'd have a problem with the "real" fat bikers. I'm talking about those 250-plus-pound guys riding Harley's. They fucking follow cyclists everywhere -- like a pack of fat flies carrying loud speakers. We all like the two-lane curvy highways near a river, or a lake or a mountain. … Continue reading Fat Biker Problems – real bikers
Everybody else loses weight when they ride a bike. Not me. I've ridden more than 20,000 miles since 2010, and I just keep getting fatter and fatter. Yeah, Yeah... I should eat better and try other things. Fuck that. I like beer and wings and other shitty stuff. Other than the few weeks in the … Continue reading Fat Biker Problems