My tan lines, every year, are frickin’ ridiculous…ly awesome!
This year, because my miles are through the freaking roof, the tips of my fingers are tan. My hands are fair, and my arms from my wrist to my bicep are tanned excellently. In other words, I’m tan from the tips of my fingers to my cycling jersey arm except where my hands are covered by my gloves.
Rule #7 states that “tan lines should be cultivated and kept razor sharp”… Well, I had to cut the grass in the back 40 today and it was sunny, so I was at an impass. Cut the grass, which sorely needed it, and ruin the contrast between my hand and wrist, or skip cutting the grass. I was at a loss. I had to cut the grass!
I must go to any length…
UPDATE: In the comments section, the Tempcyclist suggested that true commitment would have had me mowing the lawn in bib shorts as well… The man’s got a point.