I am reading the excellent "Ten Days to D-Day" by David Stafford. This is a book about the preparations for D-Day, told from the point of view of ordinary people in various countries, including occupied France.
Commenting on the lengthy power cuts: "When hairdryers cut out, clients were seated outside in the sun, comb-outs on the pavement being common. One salon maestro was said to have hooked up his dryers to a furnace whose hot air was forced through stove pipes by a small army of boys furiously pedalling stationary bicycles. It was claimed that for every 320 kilometres cycled, 160 women emerged perfectly coiffed from his establishment."
Speaking of which, riding hom t'other day on a sunny evening, I was amused to see that the foreshortened shadow of my already not insignificant quads was greatly reminiscent of the picture of the "ideal cyclist physique" from siad fillum, as posted here Some Time Ago.
Speaking of which, riding hom t'other day on a sunny evening, I was amused to see that the foreshortened shadow of my already not insignificant quads was greatly reminiscent of the picture of the "ideal cyclist physique"
Speaking of which, riding hom t'other day on a sunny evening, I was amused to see that the foreshortened shadow of my already not insignificant quads was greatly reminiscent of the picture of the "ideal cyclist physique" from siad fillum
Speaking of which, riding hom t'other day on a sunny evening, I was amused to see that the foreshortened shadow of my already not insignificant quads was greatly reminiscent of the picture of the "ideal cyclist physique" from siad fillum
Do you think its based on Fausto Coppi with the pointed nose ?
My brother who used to race TTs against the legendary Alf Engers (who also had a pointy beak), used to sit for hours trying to mould his nose into a similar shape. I used to tell him the only way to beat Engers was to ride behind bigger and faster lorries.
However, it does seem that many top riders have similar shaped breathing apparatus.
