My New Haircut

Before I left Columbus, my roommate, Trucian, and I were talking about abnormal things that cyclists do. When we spoke of guy cyclists shaving their legs, Trucian said, "There is nothing more feminine than shaving your legs." I agreed. In fact, I liked my leg hair. It scented the air with my machismo where ever I went.
After my first day of riding in San Diego, my opinion on leg hair had not changed. On the second day, as I was rubbing sunscreen on my legs, I thought, "Hmm, this would be much easier without leg hair." While riding that day, I again thought of my legs without hair. My quads were growing and my how nice it would be to see the definition more clearly. In the shower the next morning, I tried using a straight razor on my thigh. After 30 minutes of work, I had only cleared 8 square inches or so. Maybe the hair clippers would work better. And they did.
So now my legs are hairless. Well, except for the few spots that I missed anyway. And now I feel 93 times faster than before. I'll borrow the slogan from a local bike store when I say that I am a human powered rocket. Well, maybe that's an exaggeration. But putting sunscreen on my legs has never been easier. It's my new haircut. All my friends have the same haircut, too.