An ode to girls on bikes
Dear girl-on-a-bike,
I love you. Every time I see you, I love you.
I’m not sure why exactly. Does a girl really get hotter when she gets onto a bicycle? Is there some kind of cosmic shift that can change the way someone looks when they’re on a bike?
Alas, I too tried to be a girl on a bike, once. It was glorious for all of the three months it lasted. Now I live in a city where the roads are treacherous and the drivers are insane.
No more girls on bikes for me. But I know you’re out there, somewhere, slinging your bag across your body or stuffing it into the basket at the front, silently swearing at the errant bus drivers who all seem to be out to kill you and stopping to see if the girl who’s fallen off her bike is okay.
Also, your pictures are all over tumblr, which makes the world a little more bearable.
Thanks for that,
Devil’s Food Cake
PS. Am I a bad feminist for fetishizing desiring you as a group? If I am, I’m sorry. but maybe you shouldn’t look so damn good on a bike. Just sayin’.





















And we have great quads and glutes. If you haven’t already, get one of us to give you a backy. You sit on the saddle and we pedal whilst rubbing our arse in your lap. Highly recommended.
PS Which city do you live in where ‘where the roads are treacherous and the drivers are insane’? I hope you don’t mean London!
If you do mean London contact your local council for a one-to-one cycling lesson. Also highly recommended, and probably more sustainable than my first transport suggestion above.
Dear Redhead on the chrome Bianchi,
I am not stalking you, we just have the same bike ride into work every morning!
Honest.
Pink&white Raleigh 6ft behind
Aw, no not London, when I was in London, I loved riding around on a (barclay’s) bike. I meant Bombay – that is where I am now, and both motorists and cyclists are totally fucking insane. I almost die every day on my taxi ride into work.