snowy

I think if you just offer a friendly hello, that most of us girls find that nice. But remember that SOME of the girls out there are all business. Most of the time when I'm riding by myself, I'm in a complete zone and I wouldn't know if a guy was trying to pick me up. So don't get offended if you get no response.

cydewaze

You're not raining on anyone's parade. I know quite a few women who took up cycling to meet guys, so both kinds are out there.

bluenile

I grew up around the actual Blue Nile in Sudan so the band is definitely not what I represent.

bluenile

Well I'm more of a DC area Marylander so I get my share of HOT chicks, Northern Virginia trails have an abundance of hotties.

bluenile

I'd be too shy to say that in person, I'd rather have a more genuine and curteous approach than a Macho man ego one.

bluenile

LOL I get tempted sometimes

atombob

How YOU doin'?

Javan

I have only seen one woman biking when I was out. She was serious in what appeared to be a one piece riding suit, on a road bike. I said hi and did even get a glance. Oh well. I'm in it for my health, I should stick with that.

'nother

Runners are definitely better candidates for ogling than cyclists.

I've given and received many "wow you're hawt" smiles, but fortunately/unfortunately, it never goes beyond that for me, I don't think my wife would like it and I probably wouldn't know what to do anyway

MikeR

I know that I would blush! corse I'm a guy.

LordOpie

The best way to get a lady's attention is to look at her as you pass with wide open eyes and a huge smile... then crash. Works every time.

Double-word-score if she's a nurse

fastequalsfun

Girls like to be noticed! Hey, it's one of the reasons we bike, to stay in shape.

If you see a hot girl on a bike, speak up. Say something like, "Great trail! Hey, mind if I hang with you for a while?" If you are actually riding, she might be way too out of breath to have an actual conversation, so if she says yes to riding with her for a while, that's cool. Next time you get to a resting place, or crest a hill, you can say something -- and you will have had some time to think up something nice and relevant to say to her. If she doesn't say something to you first.

Note #1: Bike gloves are great at hiding wedding rings. If she seems uninterested in you, she's probably wearing one.

Note #2: Girls who ride alone can either kick their friends' asses, and therefore have few people to ride with, or they like going out alone for all kinds of reasons -- one of which might be meeting a cool guy.

You really don't have anything to lose. Worst case scenario, she blows you off and you just do the ride you set out to do anyway. Best case scenario, you both bike down to the brew pub afterwards and have a few coldies.

Boudicca

So when I passed that cute guy the other day and warned him about the backpack strap -- which was dangling dangerously close to the wheel -- did he think that was a pickup line? Seriously though, if some guy, cute or no, told me I should try raising the seat (or doing anything else to my bike for that matter) I'd probably clobber him.

Sprocket Man

A couple of months ago, my wife was riding up Tantalus, a challenging 5 mile hill in our neighborhood. About 3/4 of the way up the hill, she noticed a guy on his bike about 100 yards back. She could tell by the way he was flailing around that he was working really hard. When he caught up to her, he slowed his pace but was clearly out of breath. Between gasps, he introduced himself and she reciprocated. He then tried to start a conversation with her, but because he was gasping and wheezing so much, she couldn't understand him. She kept responding, "What?" until she finally figured out that he was trying to ask her if she was interested in getting some lunch after the ride. She said, "No thanks" and turned up her effort a couple of notches. He tried to stay with her but couldn't keep up.

My wife met me at the top of the hill and told me the story. Just as she was finished telling me the story, the guy rode by and we just snickered to ourselves as we watched him go by. He was still wheezing and was trying very hard to ignore us.

Moral of the story - don't try to pick up girls when you are cycling, because you may not have any pride or dignity left when she kicks your a__!

bluenile

Why weren't you climbing with your wife anyway?

jhota

i don't have pride or dignity now.

Sprocket Man

Because I'm much faster than her and I don't want her to hold me back! Actually, the truth is that my wife is a bit faster than me up that hill, so she gives me a 4 minute headstart and she challenges herself to try to catch me before the peak.

But put us both on a flat course and I'll smoke her big time!

Sasquatchula

Just one pic???

FarHorizon

AMEN, brother!

capsicum

Well duh! ahve you seen the people at walmart? I meen, any regular cyclist would be outta sight next to them.
There in lies the answer. Go to hollyood and get a bunch of really super duper hotty friends so that you blend in, hire me to ride with you blocking other guy's veiws , and stay away from waddler stores/areas.[waddler= person that waddles instead of walks]

lisitsa

The problem is when the girls are riding comfort bikes. You get conflicting cues. You like the girl, but absolutely despise anyone who would use a comfort bike.

Boogs

You go girl!!!!

vrkelley

Whaza coot? a camper? fisherman?

ChAnMaN

your not alone in that..have you seen the view number for this thread. its alittle higher then most threads with 50 replys.

yeah we tired the whole pics of girls on bikes thing for awhile and it got out of hand so the mods shut it down.

khuon

I was once coming home from the bikeshop where I bought my first set of clipless pedals. As predictable, I fell attempting to unclip at a stoplight right in front of a pretty girl. She asked me if I was okay and I told her about the pedals. This was around the time that Shimano first came out with SPD so she was pretty interested in them. We ended up riding together the for next 15 miles even though I only lived a couple of miles from the shop.