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From: Bike Short Inspector...aka Dick Glutton
Date: 4/17/2004
Time: 9:24:29 PM
Remote Name: 66.81.222.93
I can't find the adjectives right now to describe the bike race meat--ooops, bike race meet--I saw today. I must say that it was a mixed crowd of different types of cyclists. The acrobatic type wore these big baggy twunks. Twinks in twunks, eh? The mountain bikers wore a mix of lycra and baggies.
But the cylists in cycle shorts--oh my! Walking anatomy lessons they were, except for the pussywhipped dickless wonders who were there with their wives or some such--often they pointed their dogs down and tucked under. Good boy, down boy, down! yea right. But there was no shortage of fine sausage meat to be see in full daylight in public! No matter how much I saw, I wanted to see more, more, more! I'm a glutton for dicks and balls in lycra.
It's curious to see how a cylist wears his shorts just after he comes out of the porta-loo. Many had a tell-tale residual pee-spot, which indicated that the "boys" were at the 12:00 position. Interesting. 12 o'clock high.
I amazed at the number of cyclists who sported their dicks at the 3:00 position--very horizontal, level, and long. Were they hard? Although I saw no oooze spots, thank god I saw no underwear lining or seams underneath.
Had an excellent day!
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