Seen on ride: a wicked case of sudsy chamois. Ala comedian Daniel Tosh, let’s see how many jokes we can get in 30 seconds. (Tick Tick Tick) Where do you put the bleach? It looks like your load is off balance. Wash and wear? No. Wear and wash. That’s obviously not the delicate cycle. Thank God I’m only seeing the rear. I'd hate to see what extra starch looks like? If the suds turn brown I am so leaving a gap. That’s one way to keep your white saddle white. Stop by after the ride and sit on my car. Wonder what’ll happen if he farts. Looks like someone ran out of quarters. I hope that’s Tide and not Pantene. (BUZZ) And, that’s time!
|Sudsy Butt Can Be A Good Thing|
Laughing, I almost got dropped, twice. LOL indeed. We misjudged the weather Saturday morning, already a half hour from home, we were committed for 3 ½ hours in the rain. Luckily the temperature setting was switched to warm. It started with one bubble, but as my teammate's legs churned through the downpour and road spray his but started to froth. Somebody either has a bad rinse cycle on an aging washing machine or can’t read the measuring lines in the detergent cap. Detergent left in his shorts was reactivated with the rain. An hour and a half into the ride he had a rabid dog foaming at the mouth in his shorts. I lost two wheel lengths laughing when the suds balls caught the wind floating them in the air like a seeding Cottonwood.
|Photo proof: Courtesy F2BBlog.com|
I’m upset I didn’t get video, or at least a photo. This (left) is the only photo I could find online. Riding a paceline on the Saturday Morning Beatdown in a downpour was hard enough, let alone trying to pull my phone out of my pocket to snap a photo while trying to hold a wheel at 21mph with spray in my face. This is precisely the reason photos of sudsy chamois are so hard to come by. Catching a photo of Mister Sudsy Butt is like Bigfoot. You’re so terrified at the moment, concrete proof remains elusive.