FOR ME, IT WAS PREGNANCY THAT HAD ME SLOWING DOWN, FLIPPING MY STEM SKYWARD, AND CARING A BUTTLOAD LESS ABOUT WHAT I LOOKED LIKE. I admit it. I have been a snob before. Perhaps less so right now, as general age and weariness means I have less energy with which to snob (yes, it’s both a noun and a verb). When I first started riding, the snobbery I engaged in was associated with arm and leg warmer-gap, department store bikes, socks (too high, too short), helmet angle, the presence of excessive neon…I could continue.
As riding progressed, so did the criteria to elicit snobbery; department-store bike became bike-shop brand bikes that were ‘too popular’, helmets would spark ridicule for likeness to mushrooms, and even a mere twisted sock would be…