#RookieFail

So Father Paul (christened as such due to his knack of annointing you with snot rockets) got me good this morning. He rolled on about how he loves riding predominantly with his mtb cleats instead of road shoes. He further explained with what's the point of roadie shoes anyways except for unadulterated vanity?  And then one can only laugh at the guys who fail to clip in as they try to ride away from a stop light. 

As I shrunk ever smaller by his side I glanced over at him, asked if he's ever been to church and felt like the pastor was talking directly to him. With the sudden realization that his preaching was at my expense, he started laughing hysterically. It was unintentional of course but dam funny.

I wanted to say something back, like at least I don't wear tights everyday, or at least pour the wine while I ask for forgiveness, but it wasn't the same. Instead, we got to the last light of our commute. And all I could think of was don't miss the clip in! Stop thinking about it. You think, you're doomed. Green light and what happens? My foot slips and I miss the clip, obvious to anyone within ear shot. #RookieFail. Father I have sinned please forgive me so I can get this darn foot seated! 

I have some shopping to do. Maybe I can get some shoes to match my mtb shorts.