His world/My worldPsycyclist, also known as my husband. The psycyclist loves all things racing. He loves the flashy euro jerseys, gaudy shoes, and has more cycling gear than I have shoes (that's a lot). He is the one that got me into cycling. My engagement present from Psycyclist was my Specialized Hybrid. Before that, I rode around our Florida town on a single speed, Huffy beach cruiser with a coaster brake. Then all of the sudden, he had me sucked into the gear too. I had to have shorts, jerseys, shoes and a road bike. The whole bit. That was before I discovered the Chic Cycling movement.
So I confess to owning the very gear that is discouraged on most of my favorite blogs. Here's the thing, I have a road bike that is for sport. When I take it to the trail, I am there to ride like hell. I put on my gear and pretend that I am riding in the Tour de France. I clip in and go. I can, however, distinguish between riding for sport and riding pretty. I love them both.
The psycyclist is having a little more trouble embracing both worlds. Even when commuting or taking a leisurely ride, he rides like a racer. He can't seem to just slow down and enjoy the scenery. He's trying but I think it's going to take a little work.
Last night, we rode to my parents for a Father's Day cook-out. I took Agatha since we had to carry food with us. Psycho, oh I mean Psycyclist, rode his new Fuji mountain bike that is going to be his winter commuter. He wanted to test it out. I was riding at a slow steady pace, but the poor Psycyclist was chomping at the bit, so to speak, to bomb over there at top speed.
I wonder if it's a guy thing since one of my girlfriends is engaged to a cyclist and he moved in with all of his gear, too. I've been trying to get her to start riding but she was a little put off thinking that she needed all of this "stuff". I told her that all she needs is a bike and now she might be willing to give it a try.
So how do you get a lycra wearing cycling geek to embrace the slow lane? I don't know. But when we got home last night, the Psycyclist said, " I wish I could ride like you".