Cycling The Road Less Travelled

I have humongous thighs, “thunder thighs” they call them. Its one part genetics, one part cycling, one …okay… two parts my deep affection for anything chocolaty or cheesy. They’re pretty obvious in pants, but walking around in spandex almost always results in some kind of reaction from others. Some look confused, some do a casual double take, others stare, once in a while someone will point. I can recall one occasion that actually involved poking. I just wanted to say that “I’m good with it”…all of it; the staring, the pointing, the difficulty finding pants, the way they spread out over the chair when I sit. You see, I loves me big ‘ol thunder thighs. They sure ain’t pretty to look at it, but they’re strong. They got me from Scotland to Greece, got me up and over the Grimselpass, over Mont Ventoux and have now got me from Cairo to Cape Town. That’s pretty awesome in my book!