Salacious gossip.

I have on very good authority that the man who is one of the best boutique bike manufacturers in the world has undergone gender reassignment. This news comes to me, not from the horse's mouth, but from a very good customer and man who lives in her, previously his, area.

More strange food stuffs, following on from my musings about Parker's ability to ingest an oil slick mid-ride and have a ride named after him, I remembered some other strange mid-ride food ingestions I have witnessed.

To preserve the dignity of others, the parties concerned will remain nameless.

A longish ride up around Helensville, and Mysterex pulls from his pocket a tinfoil package. Unwraps the contents, a piece of cooked steak and proceeds to wolf it down.

Mysterex Two, when riding from Te Kaha to Tokomaru Bay (173 kilometres of beauty) carried a bacon and egg toasted sandwich from Te Araroa to Tokomaru Bay on a warm summer day, a distance of approximately 80 kilometres. 5 kilometres from the days end, there was a stoppage in the bunch due to a minor mechanical mishap, and Mysterex Two pulls his brown paper bag from his back pocket and eats solidly. Here he is pictured mid ingestion of said greasy, well-travelled thing.


Then there is this man - does he have a problem? Enough has been said elsewhere about this picture, but suffice to say, that he was generous with his scotch and I'd happily partake again.