I often get called "sir" by rather vague young clerks. I usually just stare at them until they correct themselves. But even worse, a couple times I have been asked if I was a nun ... now that really hurts!
Knott, I have no idea how you could be mistaken for a man.
2014 Bobbin Bramble / Brooks B67
2008 Rodriguez Rainier Mirage / Terry Butterfly Tri Gel
2007 Dahon Speed Pro TT / Biologic Velvet
The last couple years I've had young boys asking me if I was a boy or a girl. I think the 3 year old was keying off my unshaved legs, and the 7 year old is at "that age" (he keeps asking me if I wear a bra - I don't). I did freak someone out in the restroom at a movie theater once last year while standing around in my bike helmet. I always wear men's pants or shorts and unisex shirts and have fairly short hair.
Actually, I wish I would have been mistaken for a boy on the phone in the 70s. Instead, when I answered the phone in the bike shop, people would ask to speak to a mechanic (arg!!!, as if a woman can't be a mechanic). That used to really drive me nuts. Now people are generally please to see a woman mechanic in a shop. Though one elderly man a couple months ago ask the manager if I was his wife (as if that's the only reason a woman would work in a shop). The manager handled it well by replying that I was an experienced mechanic.
Oil is good, grease is better.
2007 Peter Mooney w/S&S couplers/Terry Butterfly
1993 Bridgestone MB-3/Avocet O2 Air 40W
1980 Columbus Frame with 1970 Campy parts
1954 Raleigh 3-speed/Brooks B72
What's your Q-angle?
I'm sitting here right now at the intermission of a Steve Earle concert. When his guitar player walked onstage with his male pattern baldness, masculine jaw, hint of facial hair and thick wrists, my lizard brain still said "woman." With this thread fresh in my mind, it didn't take me long to figure out that his hips were the reason.
Speed comes from what you put behind you. - Judi Ketteler
I've got an extreme q-angle.
Profoundly hour-glass curves.
Big bazoongas.
Dainty tiny (very tiny) wrists and ankles.
Always dressed "girly", always in at least a little make-up, feminine bobbed hair which is always done up in some way.
But ever since I was a teenager, I get mistaken for a man. Like I said earlier, it has happened even when wearing a camisole and miniskirt.
I just don't know.
"If Americans want to live the American Dream, they should go to Denmark." - Richard Wilkinson