The Stripper

Yes, I thought that title might catch a few people's attention....

I enjoyed a great 55 mile ride on Sunday on a gorgeous spring day here in central North Carolina.  My partner in crime for the ride was, as usual, the ever reliable Compass after Flipper Ass and Snort bailed on us claiming that they didn't want to ride the distance ahead of the Tar Heel Ten Miler this coming weekend.    Wimps!   But at least without them we didn't have to stop for the bathroom every five miles!   No....    we had to stop every five miles for something much more entertaining!

Before I go on I should remind everyone that Compass doesn't do well in cold weather.   For winter rides she routinely turns up looking like a sumo wrestler because of the number of layers she is wearing.  On top of that she wears a full mask that makes her look like a Ninja or some sort of deranged bank robber!   Many a time we have had to stop so that Compass can visit "her" pizza store somewhere in the middle of rural Durham county to warm-up half way through a ride.  [To be fair here, I have felt her hands while riding and they really do feel like blocks of ice!]

Anyway, we rolled out at 8 am and it was sunny and around 50 F.    I was wearing a thin long sleeved under-layer, a bike shirt and my bike shorts.   Compass, on the other hand had on numerous top layers, a hat under helmet, gloves and all manner of other cold weather clothing.   I thought about saying something, but who am I to judge?

Needless to say as the ride progressed the temperature warmed and so did we (assisted by a rogue pit bull terrier that decided to chase us down the road for 100 yards or so). 

About ten miles in we had to stop for Compass to remove her gloves....

    About fifteen miles in she stopped to remove a top layer.....

        About tewnty miles in we stopped so that she could take her hat off......

            The another layer had to come off.....    you get the picture.....

                  ....and so it continued for the entire ride.  I swear that if we had ridden another ten miles she would have been naked!   Best of all was when we stopped at a junction in Creedmoor and Compass told me to avert my eyes as she took off yet more layers.  After what seemed like a decent interval I turned to ask if she was ready only to see her on her bike in her sports bra and struggling to get her bike shirt back on.  Best of all there was now a line of traffic behind her enjoying the show.   I thought that one older fella in a truck was going to have a coronary!    :-)    I'm sure Sunday morning in Creedmoor has never been so exciting.....

Two famous album covers sprang to mind....

Looks just like her!

I may catch some flack for this one!

Riding with the ladies is never dull!   :-)