The Androgyny of Cyclists

In a same, but dif­fer­ent way to Schrödinger’s cat, a cyclist is nei­ther a male or a female… but both.

Nev­er make the mis­take of admir­ing the phys­i­cal form of an approach­ing, or retreat­ing cyclist — par­tic­u­lar­ly if they are in full lycra regalia. 

Chances are, that hot chick is a man…  or that fit look­ing stud muf­fin, has a muf­fin of her own.

This com­mon misiden­ti­fi­ca­tion has even made an appear­ance in pop­u­lar cul­ture, when Ewan McGre­gor in The Long Way Round thinks a “female” cyclist has a real­ly nice rear end, only to dis­cov­er it’s a man.

To para­phrase our friend Erwin Schrödinger:

Nobody real­ly doubts that the pres­ence or absence of the meow is some­thing inde­pen­dent of the act of obser­va­tion.”

I think there’s some­thing in that for all of us.