Dirty dirty shorts
dirty me protectors
Riding upto 100 miles a week to and from work can get a little boring at times. Especially when you've been doing it for 21 years.
I have done my time, and still love the challenge of with the wind, rain, cold, sun, ice and snow.
But getting wet and muddy when the weather is nice cause the tyres throw is up at you, I have now had enough of.
When I was a kid I joined the CTC and used to do their long rides. They had a law that you had to have mudguards so as not to spray everyone else. My Dad had them on a Holland hand built race bike and it killed the lines. I never fitted them because they made the bike look dour and old aged, and because I was so young they let me off due to arrogance of youth.
I worked 16 years in the bike trade and sold them to 1000's of commuters, knew their value and functionality but could never shift from my mind that they were the gateway to middle age.
I could never fit them because I worried that I would then embrace everything I railed against as a kid. Riser bars and bar ends, canvas saddle bags, tucking my trouser into my sock, toe clips, panniers and racks, a sam brown, hi viz jackets, comfortable wide saddles, a high rise stem, pedal reflectors, br end mirrors, a bell, puncture proof tape, microfibre trousers whose legs zip off into shorts and huge D cell battery lights.
But the 100 miles of muddy spray that is now a year long event ground me down. I tried to plough on guardless, I really did.
I am going to fit them, but just to one bike.
Next comes tucking my t-shirt into my jeans.