even when you get the hang of it there'll always be that odd occassion where you pull up to the lights well ahead of the pack you left for dead at the last set. sitting there like a boss with your bumcheek resting on your toptube, the lights will change and in one swift motion you push your lead pedal foot down, letting the crank lift you up onto the saddle as they turn, then you go to put your other foot on the pedal and push forcefully down so you can clip in and power away into the distance like the boss you are.
only your cleat slips off the pedal and you end up whacking your bollocks on the saddle and end up struggling to maintain a line while you cycle one legged trying not to puke up a nut and desperately try to clip in under the watchful stares of your peers as they all think "what a pillock"
even when you get the hang of it there'll always be that odd occassion where you pull up to the lights well ahead of the pack you left for dead at the last set. sitting there like a boss with your bumcheek resting on your toptube, the lights will change and in one swift motion you push your lead pedal foot down, letting the crank lift you up onto the saddle as they turn, then you go to put your other foot on the pedal and push forcefully down so you can clip in and power away into the distance like the boss you are.
only your cleat slips off the pedal and you end up whacking your bollocks on the saddle and end up struggling to maintain a line while you cycle one legged trying not to puke up a nut and desperately try to clip in under the watchful stares of your peers as they all think "what a pillock"