Rough Sketch: The Road Cyclist

Twice daily shaving. With a focus on the thighs, knees and shins because it helps the healing process after all those bike crashes. Pasta. Lots of pasta. Wait, why is this guy crashing his bike so much?

Lives in Dallas, except when on his bike, then he's descending the French Alps. Considers and reconsiders every single gram in his life, even in the pen he writes with. Actually, prefers to write with a pencil because it's made of carbon, and winners like carbon.

No greater word in the French dictionary than 'peloton.' 20 in a 45. 45 in a 20. Ultralight beer. No, hydrogen-light beer. Never mind, he'll have water in a beer bottle, with his pasta. 26 cars riding his draft and he's not capable of caring either more or less because he is acutely unaware.

$45/month to soak a pair of bike shorts at LA Fitness at 5:30 every morning. Still annoyingly early to work. Lance Armstrong posters on the wall of his garage. Oops, Lance Armstrong's a liar and a cheat. Lance Armstrong posters in the trash.

It's not spandex, it's lycra. Fine, it's spandex.