I currently ride a Spesh Sirrus Elite. I've got a ballot place for the RideLondon 100 in August and I'm now stressing over whether to do this ride on the Sirrus or fork out money that I don't really want to spend on a drop bar road bike. I know the answer is obvious but, let's face it, image is everything... especially when you're a fat, middle-aged, ugly guy who doesn't look good in lycra.
The Sirrus is pretty roady for a hybrid. It's got thin tyres and carbon front thingies and it looks quite whizzy. (Stop me if I'm losing you with the technical stuff here) However, this event is going to be chock full of skinny, lycra-clad Cavendish lookalikes with their bums in the air and their heads on the front wheels... and I do so hate to look out of place.
Given the Sirrus is quite lightweight anyway and the components are OK, the rational part of my brain figures that it's not a question of spending a few hundred just to salve my misplaced vanity; to get anything lighter and much quicker I'd actually have to part with quite a thick wedge of notes. However, the stupid part of my brain that still thinks I'm 25 and svelte can't see past the lycra and sporty looks of a road bike. It keeps putting images in my head of 19,999 fit people on sports bikes surrounding the Michelin man on a upright bike with a basket on the front (that'd be me).
What to do?
The Sirrus is pretty roady for a hybrid. It's got thin tyres and carbon front thingies and it looks quite whizzy. (Stop me if I'm losing you with the technical stuff here) However, this event is going to be chock full of skinny, lycra-clad Cavendish lookalikes with their bums in the air and their heads on the front wheels... and I do so hate to look out of place.
Given the Sirrus is quite lightweight anyway and the components are OK, the rational part of my brain figures that it's not a question of spending a few hundred just to salve my misplaced vanity; to get anything lighter and much quicker I'd actually have to part with quite a thick wedge of notes. However, the stupid part of my brain that still thinks I'm 25 and svelte can't see past the lycra and sporty looks of a road bike. It keeps putting images in my head of 19,999 fit people on sports bikes surrounding the Michelin man on a upright bike with a basket on the front (that'd be me).
What to do?