I can truthfully say that until sometime last year I never thought this day would come. For years I was the bike touring guy. Ortlieb panniers, sturdy shoes and just about anything from Mountain Equipment Coop were the signs that identified me.
Well good reader, although I still love my MEC, I’ve turned a corner. Since moving to France a couple years ago I’ve done far more day rides than touring, so evolution was inevitable, I guess. You’re aware that I now have a new road bike that wouldn’t have any idea what to do with a pannier; new shoes, new tight shirts with big back pockets, and now…the final symbolic (and it is symbolic, since I can’t think of any good reason to do it) task – I’ve shaved my legs.
First, this is what it all looked like before the operation. Parental guidance is advised.
And here’s how I did it. Lacking clippers, or the spare resources to buy them, Shoko took the scissors to my hair. Surprisingly, this worked reasonably well, but took ages.