On one Freewheeling ride some time back I was positioned in my usual spot – right off the back – and Hindoo had eased up to see if I was still there. We were chatting about jersey designs (it was that time of year) when an old pickup whose rusty bodywork seemed to be held together by NRA stickers blared past the group on the left. The truck’s occupants made derisive hand signs at us, and we, being old farts on bicycles, made impolite gestures back and verbally punctuated our contempt with various Anglo-Saxon anatomical, reproductive, and digestive terms.
This non-incident shifted the topic of our conversation a little, and Dave told me that he had always thought we needed to include the sublimated image of a holstered pistol emerging from one of the jersey pockets in our club design, less as a provocation than as a symbol of camaraderie with our fellow rural and suburban road users. That wasn’t exactly how he put it, but that was the gist. One or two riders overheard and piped up with suggestions for designs that included shoulder-holsters and bandoleros. Then the discussion petered out, and everybody got back to the business of dropping me as soon as possible.
But the whole sequence had me thinking, so I googled “guns and bicycles” when I got home, and little did I anticipate the education that was in store for me . . .