The holeshot. It’s like a unicorn carrying a pot of gold, snorting rainbows out of its nose. It’s a magic door à la Alice in Wonderland or Narnia. And it’s a small door. And if the Socks can get me through it “just so…” I’ll end up on the podium.
I did something last week I haven’t done in a while. I took the week off. No cycling. No running. However, concerned that I might have a nervous break-down from going cold turkey, I did sport some tall-girl socks a few times over the weekend. Just a couple of pairs from last year’s collection that […]
The unwritten rules of cycling fashion.