One of my riding friends, whose name shall remain anonymous, has seen some of my goals for next year and declared them Phreadly (sic). Since some of these goals involve Cat 6 Strava racing, he's absolutely right. So with that, I declare 2013 the year of the Phred. In recent history, cycling has seen the glorification of the bike messenger, which led to rise and fall of hipsters pathetically emulating messenger style by purchasing fixies and riding around on them in their skinny jeans and parking them in front of coffee shops. Then there is the tweed ride crowd. Those who dress up in late 19th century or early 20th century knickers and caps. And of course, the ever present 'serious roadie' and their preening, primping, and look down they give to us Phreds. Well, they're all out in 2013. In is the dork. The guy with discount jerseys, the wrong socks, the glasses on the inside of the helmet straps. The guy with the chain ring smudge on his unshaven calf.
Let's hear it for the Phreds!
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