Suited up for the TdF!

[rapid cycler]

I'll be wearing them on every ride till the boys reach the Champs-Élysées. Just doing my part!

Not that it's a terribly controversial message, kind of like proclaiming that babies smell nice or puppies are cute—hard to find anyone to take the opposite position. At any rate, they get me a lot of attention (all positive) in LBSs and on the road.

[teigyr]

Pretty bit of bike too.

orbea rider here

[KnottedYet]

I've been wanting a pair of those, or one of the t's or jerseys. Very cool!

Today I've been sporting a cycling cap from Different Spokes San Francisco that I bought at SF Pride a couple weeks ago. It's comfy, and not nearly as annoying as a baseball cap. Not quite TdF related, but cycling related! (I have a yellow ceramic "LiveSTRONG" bowl, but I didn't figure out some way to wear it today to celebrate the prologue. Maybe next year... )

[Tuckervill]

ugh, I don't know how to get over the idea that cycling socks remind me of an old man wearing Bermuda shorts and dress socks. Especially BLACK cycling socks. Just white, super low, socks for me, please.

Nice message, though!

Karen

[rapid cycler]

Pretty bit of bike too.

Mmm, bike porn. I've shown you mine; now show me yours.

I have a yellow ceramic "LiveSTRONG" bowl, but I didn't figure out some way to wear it today to celebrate the prologue.

On a chain, around your neck, like an old-school rapper. And take pics please.

ugh, I don't know how to get over the idea that cycling socks remind me of an old man wearing Bermuda shorts and dress socks. Especially BLACK cycling socks.

Who you callin' old man? Damn, I've already been called "sir" twice today.

[KnottedYet]

I used to get called "sir" all the time when I had spiked hair. (um, yeah... hourglass figure, pink shirt, big dangly earrings = "sir")

Even with my longer hair, I'd probably get called "sir" if I wore a Dopers Suck t-shirt. There's something about being tall and having a big boney face and being interested in bikes that just leads to the assumption that one is male.

Except at my LBS, where they have so many gay and TG and GQ (GenderQueer, not Gentleman's Quarterly) customers that no-one makes any assumptions about anyone. You love bikes, you're cool.

(I got called "sir" at REI bike dept last year. And I had a pink bandana on my hair girl-style! I was so traumatized that I went upstairs to the women's clothing dept and ranted on the first female salesclerk I found. She apologized on behalf of REI. She was much cooler than I was...)

[margo49]

Bye for six hours , girls
Everything is ready - new ear-ring in the ear, chair and pretty cotton blanket on the floor if I want to "lounge" (lizard that I am), fruit to eat, atlas at-the-ready.

Breakfasts-es cooked for the boyz, a load of washing hung and another one in the machine, a batch of cookies for DS#soldier cooling on the rack; I think that earns me the TdF, don't you-all think?

[rapid cycler]

I guess I can hijack my own thread, yeah?

I used to get called "sir" all the time when I had spiked hair. (um, yeah... hourglass figure, pink shirt, big dangly earrings = "sir")

I can't lay claim to pink shirts or dangly earrings, but I do have a set of D-cup knockers that can't by a long shot be mistaken for man tits. Still, a cursory glance at my hair gets me filed in the "sir" column often enough. I guess it's better than "ma'am."

(I got called "sir" at REI bike dept last year. And I had a pink bandana on my hair girl-style! I was so traumatized that I went upstairs to the women's clothing dept and ranted on the first female salesclerk I found. She apologized on behalf of REI. She was much cooler than I was...)

A lesbian recently filed suit against a restaurant that ejected her from its ladies' room for appearing too butch. A customer had gone into hysterics when she saw her in there and complained to the management, at which time a (male) employee went barging in, pounded on her stall door, and physically removed her from the restroom, even after he ascertained she was in fact female. The really disturbing part of this story: The restaurant is in NYC, Greenwich Village to be exact, and the incident happened during gay pride weekend.