With the tour starting it makes me miss being 20 and racing Fitchburg watching stages in the morning with the guys then racing all day.
When I broke my back, ankle, foot and heel? Sooo much fun.
You know you’re a true cyclist when your knees/elbows are forever fucked, that farmers tan is still pretty intense in the winter, and there are scars on your calves from the bike pedals.
Eh I think you know your a cyclist when you Can’t stand being around cyclists….