I have some big ones and I am proud of it. Guns. Cyclist guns.
When this picture was taken last Friday, I had just finished two days of riding, was just a few minutes off of my bicycle. My quads were screaming at me, but they were pumped.
Contrary to what you might think, I do not spend hours in front of a mirror flexing my leg muscles. I do admire them now and then. Is it wrong?
And if you really want to look like a strong man, stand next to the guy with the skinniest legs. My friend, Frank, is one of those guys. He is strong, though. No one can drop him when we ride the road.
Now to work on the rest of the old man….