
It will be a great day when the Lycra brigade get over their fetish for stretch fabric and get real.
This morning on my way to work, wearing my favourite cobalt blue heels, sheer stockings and pencil skirt, I had the riding pleasure of sharing the road with a Lycra cyclist.
I don’t normally take great interest in who else is on the road with me, I’m too busy watching out for dangerous car drivers, put holes and jaywalking pedestrians. Other bicycle commuters are the least of my worries.
But lately I’ve noticed that the Lycra set seem to be more and more intent on letting their presence on the road be known.





















