You are amazeballs. Yes you, Love Letters to Lycra reader.
Not only did you make Part one of Love Letters to Lycra go viral with all your lovely sharing, many of you have also been in touch via the comments below, Twitter and Facebook to post your stories – Amazeballs (or numballs as some might say after three hours on that crazy-hard seat, which isn’t).
The common theme is the camaraderie and wellbeing you build through your riding groups. I have to tell you, it makes me go all squishy inside. We humans are not meant to be islands, we’re sociable, friendly creatures and we can’t spend all of our time in corporate jobs trying to kill each other or the adrenalin will eat up our souls and we’ll become blubbering masses of cortisol with chronic depression. You already are? Get on yer bike.
You amazeballs people have groups like ‘at dawn we ride,’ ‘the mobile men’s shed,’ the ‘veloship,’ and of course ‘The Handbags.’ I think you’re all onto something here.
One interesting comment has come from the supportive wife of a cyclist who said “Cycling is his happy place. I keep trying to get my MAMIL to find a group to ride with, but he chooses to go it alone. I can see the benefit in a ‘man group,’ but I don’t think that he does.”
I’d love to know what you think. Can she change his thinking? Will he benefit if he does, or are we wives, however well intentioned, best to leave well alone?
And, as I sign off for the weekend, I’ll leave you with this to ponder. According to Vernia who commented on Part one, her husband is no longer a VOMIT, but a BOFIL, ‘Bloody Old Fart in Lycra.’ He’s still on his bike and he’s over seventy, lucky Vernia.