Party Girl: “Hey, Johnny, what’cha rebellin’ against?”
Johnny (Marlon Brando): “Whaddya got?”
That’s a classic bit of dialogue from the movie, The Wild One. Today, I was the wild one. The rebellious one. The defiant one. I’ll tell you about the CAUSE of my rebellion in the next few paragraphs.
Yesterday I was doing my roadie thing on the highways southeast of MY Town. I saw quite a few other roadies out there too, and they were all dressed up in their cycling clothes. Yes, I had my cycling clothing on too, but I couldn’t compare to most of them, lycra-cally speaking.
Doesn’t anybody ever just get up from their Lazy Boy or computer screen and start riding their bike with whatever clothing they have on any more? I only see kids and street people doing that. Today, I decided I was going to defy conventional cycling wisdom and rebel against the oppressive Big-Lycra / Padded Shorts / Breathable Jersey / Clipless Shoe industries.
I put on my favorite all-cotton Hawaiian shirt, swimming trunks, and hiking shoes and headed out to show those riders with fancy cycling kits that I could ride just as well as they could. I think I succeeded, though I DID meet some resistance from the local citizenry.
A little later I rode past a house and there was a little girl in front with her dad. “Daddy, daddy, he bikes good,” she said while pointing at me.
“Thank you,” I said. What I really wanted to do was correct her and say, “No, I bike REBELLIOUSLY.”
Indeed, it was very humid. And rain is expected soon, which gives some unexpected legitimacy to wearing my swimming trunks. Non-rebellious riders probably just packed the standard rain jacket.
I never did get to show off in a pair of wet swim shorts. Other than a couple of sprinkles, my ride was dry for about the 30th day in a row. We need some rain.
Before I show you what happened at the end of my ride, I have one more example of my defiance. I will be showing ZERO examples of radiation. And when I say I won’t be showing any radiation, you can bank on it. (Except for that one time.)