The discovery of a bad cut is always disappointing, especially if everyone has seen it. I’m a bit superstitious in the sense that I don’t shave the morning of a race/ride so you may have annoyed the cycling Gods with your speed shaving… hence the zebra stripes left behind!

Let’s see this picture too!

the second was during my first year of serious cycling. i was on the bike every night for hours at a time it seemed. i had shaved before but had been neglecting my legs since i was on break from school and didnt want to be bothered with it. one of my friends called me one saturday morning and invited me to a rather large group ride 30+ people. i quickly jumped in the shower and got to shaving my legs i think it was the fastest i have ever done so. and it showed. after the ride i felt great it was a good mix of climbing and flats, slow comfy pace as well as blistering fast. after we got the bikes stored away we all went and grabbed some lunch at a local cafe. while i was sitting in the booth waiting on my food i reached down to scratch the back of my left leg when i felt something that wasnt quite smooth skin. i kicked my leg out from under the table and peered down at 4 or 5 long strips of hair that were missed during my attempt at a world record for speed shaving. the strips of “fur” were between 1/4 and 3/4 inches wide and went from my ankle to the back of my knee. as if i wasnt embarrased enough by this someone got some awesome pictures of me climbing one of the hills with my left leg at the bottom of the stroke and all you notice is the black strips on my calf. im sure if i was still in touch with that wonderful group of people i would still hear about it today.

Funny story: The wife and I were shopping one time, and I realized that I was out of razors while we were at the checkout. I ran back to grab a pack, and came back up after my wife was finished. I set my purchase down on the counter, the cashier – a lady in her mid 50′s looked at the razors, up at me, and back down at the razors. My wife, in her most unhelpful play-mocking tone, chimed in “they’re for him, he’s a cyclist”. The cashier looked down at the razors, and back at me one more time. She then said “You two remind me of me and my husband, ‘cept he don’t shave his legs.”