I’ll play.
You’re not the first male rider who thought we were hot. Our Men to Women ratio is shittier than Alaska’s. So understand why we are all rolling our eyes while reading this. Oh another tip: If you can be my father, you shouldn’t be making remarks at me. All I think about is that clip from Big Daddy where they talk about old balls.
Maybe you’ve never run into a “hot chick” on the trail, but I have. We’re not unicorns, we exist. Maybe sometimes it’s hard to look past the fact that we’re wearing a helmet, sunglasses, and our tits aren’t hanging out.
Here are some tips, from real situations, that you should remember:
-We’re not looking to be cat-called while road riding.
-We’re not looking for the back-handed compliment “you’re fast, for a girl.”
-We’re not looking to hear how, “you could have changed out here sweetheart, we wouldn’t have minded.”
-We’re not looking to hear how the logo we have across our backside is “perfect product placement.”
-We’re not looking to add you on Facebook because you saw us and thought we were hot. You don’t even know us.
-We’re not looking for you to join our solo ride, or to have you search for us on Strava FlyBy and ask to “follow us.” It’s creepy. Stop.
We’re trying to ride our bikes without having you jerking off to the idea of us riding our bikes. Yes, we ride bikes. Yes, some of us our hot. Just pat ya’ brakes and think about shit you say before you say it.
99% of the time we’re not interested. But 100% of the time not interested when you come off like sexist man.