The Irish weather provides us with a lot of rain and sunshine, which together bless us with tonnes of rainbows (technically rainbows are weightless or as Kermit the frog put it, "rainbows are visions, but only illusions", yet, there are "tonnes" of them). At the end of each Irish rainbow there's a leprechaun and a pot of gold, but since it's virtually impossible to get there, only the awfully fast cyclists can actually make it there. Perhaps Lance Armstrong on drugs can, but I doubt this chap made it.
I took the photo above and the one below on 7 January 2013 in Camden/Wexford Street.
Since we already talk about rainbows, you might be looking for gay cyclists in Dublin as well.
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