Above, Mario doing what he did best: winning and making sure his ass didn't look too big.
Hey Ma! Look, no style!
This one picture has done more damage to the image of cycling than all of the Lance's and Floyd's combined.
Maillot Jaune, Maglia Rosa, World Championship: no jersey was deemed too gaudy for matching shorts. 
For a Giro prologue Mario once dressed like a chubby Mary-Kate Olsen. 
Here he looks like the creepy Italian exchange student who eagerly hits on the ugly chicks at a Delta Sigma Delta party. 
That's part of the saddle between his legs, right? And damn if that camel doesn't look like he's having the time of his life.
Another of his famous wacky prologue skinsuits. The Italians ate it up: Oh, there's that-a crazy Mario again! 
Mario fed the children of many Flemish helmet painters throughout his career.
Many. 
Life after cycling: Male Model Mario doing his best acciao azzurri.Hey Mario! Who has more STYLE THAN YOU?
Next time on Fuck Was You Thinking: Danilo Hondo!
2 comments:
Mr. 50, er um... sorry 60%-
If you're in love with him it's ok. It's 2007 (27 Shvat, 5767 for my Hebrew friends) and while everyone will still silently judge you nobody will publicly denounce you except me. So get out your fabric paints and your old hockey helmet and get painting! Frescos are in this year! So shed that not so fresco feeling you've been hiding and join Mario on the streets. I'm sure he'll let you hold his innertube.
Yes, well, Mr. 60 acknowledges a few very hetero man crushes: on Iban Mayo, on Schmalz from nyvelocity.com, and most of all, on himself (of course).
By the way, and don't ask how I know, Mario uses tubulars.
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