These people are weird. They dress in Lycra, they wear shorts when its cold, they forget to put gears on their bikes, they sing lewed songs at the top of big hills, they openly discuss their bottoms, they dream up ridiculous rides and persuade others to join, they think staying awake and pedalling throughout the night is acceptable behaviour on a Friday, and some of them are so mad they carry out all of the above in France.But they are also a very welcoming group of madmen, a Heinz 57 mix of people, some chatty, some quiet, some loud, some simply barking.
