Originally Posted by
Wildwood
I miss the days when tan line were just as important as KOMs and town line sprints.
Amen! I remember when I was so proud of mine.
After I spent almost 4 months on a tour, I rode to the beach with some friends. I took off my shirt and was wearing swim trunks that were not long. Three young women laughed at my stark tan lines. (Imagine a human black and white cookie.) I didn’t give a damn. I was proud of the lines I had earned.