My very dear friend in Beijing is something of a badass cyclist. I accompanied her to a race near the Great Wall at Ba Da Ling. She came in first place, by a long shot.
While she was racing, I stood around holding her bike. As the only two foreigners at this event, and both women, we gathered a bit of attention, although none of mine was merited.
Hence, I became just the best of buds with an entire team of dudes whose chosen athletic activity was to break open the ice on lakes in their home province, Hebei, in order to go swimming. On this particular day, they were milling around in matching spandex biking outfits, even though their race was over and they were not, technically, obligated to continue wearing these outfits.