Showing posts with label resentment against cyclists. Show all posts
Showing posts with label resentment against cyclists. Show all posts

25 August 2016

Wearing Your Message On Your Sleeve (Or On Your Chest And Back, Anyway)

I stopped wearing bike-specific clothing (except for gloves and helmets) years ago.  I just might start again, at least in response to folks like Peter King and Heath Evans.

Actually, I would have a whole wardrobe of cycling tops.   For rides in which the possibility of encountering homicidal drivers is relatively low, I might wear this:




For times when there's a greater chance of a brush with a drunk or simply inconsiderate motorist--I could slip into this:




On days (or nights) when there might be more careless drivers--and there is a chance that one might be somewhat homicidal--I could sport this:




Finally, when it seems every other person behind a steering wheel has regressed to the emotional age of twelve, this just might set the right tone:


These jerseys are on Active.com.