Verging On The Odd
Strange Rare things seen on a ride.
#6 Roadside Porn
There was a time when the sight of a copy of Razzle tossed into the verge was a regular occurrence, kerb confetti if you will, and the briefest glimpse of printed lady-parts winking from a bush would brighten up most long grey winter training rides no end. But now such wondrous sightings are increasingly scarce and very much a thing of the past, the demise of magazine gutter grot being laid squarely at the large permanently splayed and free to enter double-doors of the internet.
These days spotting some hedgerow hardcore is enough to make a seasoned roadie come over wistful for the old times and weep a little moisture from his eye that's usually reserved for an old steel Colnago or La Vie Claire jersey zipping past, and almost make him want to roll the magazine up, slip it in the back pocket and take it home to pin on the memory wall in the shed alongside the yellowing race numbers.