very few women will admit to preferring fat and dimply over smooth and skinny. fat is less intimidating. fat is safe. fat is solid and protects. i have a "thing" for fat.
i have ridden a mountain bike off and on since i was 19. however, in my compulsive efforts to keep my own thighs from becoming too "knobby", i recently acquired a road bike. aka the manifestation of anorexia in two wheels. it defies reason how those skinny things can maintain a continuous vertical, or absorb pebbles, ruts, and mangled squirrels in the road. i am completely intimidated by it's emaciated silhouette.
exercising my (female) god given right to live the contradiction, i feel safer riding a trail over the road, but i would choose running on the road, over a trail. and while the thought of wrapping myself and bike around a stationary tree covered in fiery spears, or endo-ing into a field of poison ivy is mildly unpleasant, it is preferrable to the prospect of simply twisting my size 5 brook's, under a tree root (no amount of calamine takes away the sprain). and i would far rather pick gravel out of grazed knees than the less appealing prospect of collecting aforementioned fat limbs and skinny tyres from the windscreen of a redneck's ford tundra/silverado/ram.
i am an oxymoron; fat and happy.