I designed this work of Strava sexiness to silence the cries for “Strava porn” from a member of my bike club. (I quote: “C’mon, Calgary Steve, you boring old prude – try drawing some cleavage, something racy or lewd.”)
She was a labour of lust, this one – three and a half hours in pouring rain, with a pre-dawn slog across a soggy golf course, bike on shoulder and ankle-deep in water at times, for the first 1.2 kilometres (the curve of her right cleavage).
While I was keen to satisfy my club-mate’s desperation for smut, I was sensitive to the fact that Strava.com has users under the age of majority.
Notably, I completed this lovely gal in one continuous line – no Strava OFF/Strava ON tricks to smooth out uncooperative corners. Hence the “imperfections”…