Floating with the flahutes.....

I learned a new term this past week.  It's a reference to the "hard men" of cycling, the Flandrians of the past who rode in sh*tty weather over sh%tty roads for sh$tty paychecks.  They called them "flahutes".   While I can claim none of their "hardness", the weather in Northern California recently has forced those of us who want to get out on our bikes to at least "channel our inner flahute", as a friend said.  The rain is falling pretty incessantly and if you want to ride, you're gonna get wet.  So, here's to the flahutes!

Here is a shot of my soaked, dirty ankles (and dirty Lion of Flanders socks - how appropriate) from yesterday's even more soaked ride.  Merry Christmas to all flahutes (and their tolerant friends)!

What's a flahute?

Happy Holidays!