- Cycling in Chennai (India)
In our collection of cycling holiday photos, we have a number of unflattering shots of my arse spilling generously over a bicycle saddle. Because I’m the slower cyclist, I tend to be in front and the Sous Chef takes snaps of our little cycling trips as we go along, without me knowing. It’s not until we upload back home that I see, with horror, the view he gets most trips. The next one was taken in Germany two years ago. My arse is nearly as wide as the panniers! I’m carrying more luggage on my rump than on my bike.
.- Germany, August 2007
I really wish he wouldn’t do it. The result is always so mortifying. I’ve yet to see an acceptable picture of my bee-hind
Here I catch him at it:
- Hey!
but the worst of all photos wasn’t even taken on a bike:
so there you have it. These are the worst photos of me on file. I suppose on balance they could be worse and I should be thankful that I have legs strong enough to carry myself, my bike, my panniers (and my arse) all around the world. Function over form, I guess.
