I should have know, I post a picture of a highly trained sportsman, a perfect physical specimen in full flight on a sophisticated piece of machinery competing in that most manly of pursuits, cycle racing, and what do we get? Two bufoons trivialisng that they can not understand.
I do not suppose for one moment they (particularly short sighted Jack) noticed the quick release, Campagnola hubs, the Mavic centre pull racer brakes, the 12 speed Campagnola derailleur gear, and twin handlebar gear levers. All hallmarks of a true professional.
But when they race a canvas seated dustbin for amusement one can understand their bewilderment, and make allowance for it.
In order to clear up any confusion of my stature and standing in the community in the '50's I append one further image, which makes quite plain that I was a man to be taken seriously.
