bikelovejones

Yes, I tagged Cecil and Lynne after answering some silly questions about bicycles and bike-lust and stuff. Then, about six hours after posting it, I erased it, thinking that it was all sort of silly.
Then I remembered that, inspired by bikey pals Cecil and Lynne, I'd decided a few weeks back that it was high time for me to add a little mascot to my bike.

However, I did not want my mascot to be as big -- or frankly, as cute -- as theirs.

The truth is that, while I enjoy cycling long distances out in the countryside, I am pretty damned slow by randonneuring standards. To complicate things further, I am occasionally beset by, ahem, bodily inconsistencies that can sometimes make me a poor riding partner. Finally, while I am really quite healthy for someone in my family tree, I have a figure that does not look completely and convincingly "athletic" in lycra (a little too much middle-aged spread to go with the skinny limbs -- it's mostly genetics so I tend to embrace it and keep riding). I see myself as less Lance Armstrong and more Jean Robic (if you know your cycling history).

So I wanted a mascot that would match, something that would make a strong statement about both my passion for riding long distances AND the sheer wackiness of the enterprise.

A couple of weeks ago, I found my mascot. It was PERFECT. I brought it home and let it sit around in my home workshop while I decided which bike I really wanted to commit to carrying this thing on. In the end, envy won out, and today it went onto my brevet bike.


Cecil's bunny:





Lynne's bear:





...and (drum roll please) my rubber chicken.




MUCH better than blog-tagging, yes?

Okay, bike-bloggers: who's next?