On yer bikes

The Iron Men are in town. With their bikes, and tight-fitting sportswear, and Garmin watches, and GPS ankle bracelets, 
They walk up and down the promenade, discussing bikes, and runners, and glucose tubes, and Garmin watches and GPS ankle bracelets. 
Tonight they will dream their iron dreams of sporting glory. 
For now they are walking up and down the promenade, eyeing each other's bikes, runners, calf muscles, Garmin watches and GPS ankle bracelets. 

A few of them did a practice swim, all clad in neoprene, complaining about how cold the water is, in French, or Italian, or German, or Spanish.

I just gave them a contemptuous look and headed to the Forty Foot. With my swimming shorts and towel in hand. 
Neoprene... Tsk... Iron men my titanium arse!