It was as we turned the corner that we caught our first glimpse of him. A lone cyclist, perhaps two or three hundred metres ahead of us on the road. Like us, enjoying an August Tuesday evening ride. As the road ahead rose ever so slightly and the gap closed, it became clear that all was not as it seemed. There was I thinking that Peter Sagan was in Rio for the upcoming Olympics, but no, there he was up ahead, resplendent in the unmistakeable rainbow bands of the World Champions jersey. And the gap was still closing fast……..
Hang on a moment, where was the #ManBun? As we got closer it became clear that it wasn’t Sagan after all; it was none other than the #ManxMissille himself, presumably reminiscing about his time with Sir Brad and Team Sky. He certainly looked different in the flesh; much taller than I’d expected.
As we caught him, the illusion was shattered. No it wasn’t Cav, it was someone guilty of what is in the eyes of many, a cycling crime. That is, to wear a Jersey you’ve not earned. This is a hot topic in any cycling group, and one that almost always generates a lively debate.
Absolutely agreed that people can wear what they like, but to my mind respecting the Jersey, perhaps the very essence of what makes cycling such a special sport, is something which we should all do.
Vive la Velo