OT: Cycling ... as in... riding bikes... as in... bicycles
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^ thanks for the tip. I had picked up something similar, good to know that stuff has a good reputation. doctor said it's patella inflamatory syndrome, aka you fucked up your knee give it a few weeks. and she gave me Naproxen, gooooood shit. 12 days, no riding, shit. I'm an ass, I took my bike in to get the squeak/creak in the dropout looked at, turned out my seat was loose. aluminum frames transmit sounds in strange ways. glad I had them look at it rather than me tearing my dropout apart. stupidity cost me $10, LOL.
aaaanyway, I keep reading this essay over and over again... keep safe guys.
http://bicycling.com/blogs/sittingin/20 ... -sittingin
This Is Not About Crashing
by Bill Strickland
There was a crash, but this is not about crashing.
Nope.
There were ambulances.
But this is not about crashing. No way.
There was road rash all over the place, of course, and some lacerations here and there, and a broken arm, at least, and there was one guy unconscious for a couple minutes, eyes rolled back in his head, the works.
But this is not about crashing because you might as well be writing about the weather. Pack crashing, I’m talking about here — racers touching the floor in big rolling, toppling-domino waves of mishap — not solo dingers or a couple people touching wheels on a club ride. Race crashes happen like a tornado or a lightning strike, and afterward, sure, you might be able to piece together the reasons enough to understand what elements were at work and make the whole episode seem like the rational result of what was transpiring among all of those random forces. But for all of your analysis and newfound knowledge, when it comes to the next storm you might as well be one of those fifty-fifty (at best) TV meteorologists.
We were on it — I was in my 13 going into the little hill on a points lap — and there was some sort of disturbance at the front, some strange unsettling movement that was not at all right. That’s all. That was the only warning, and that happens a hundred times a race and everything is fine.
This is not about crashing because you cannot fixate on it. You cannot ignore it, either, because that is just as big of a response. You have to acknowledge it, but lightly, but not too lightly because nonchalance is also too significant of a response. You have to notice just enough, care just enough, not care just enough. The understated way Cyrano announces his impending death to Roxanne in the garden of the nunnery is a pretty good template.
I had time and space and the presence to slip off to the right and brush by a few people and get out onto the grass and miss the melee, and in doing that I didn’t see it at all. I could, though, see a few guys in front of me who instead of looking for the hole they could ride to were watching the crash and I knew they were going to go down, and for the most part they did. I almost hit one of them, and except for that gap of two inches or so I would have crashed, too.
But this is not about crashing because you cannot take pride in having avoided it, nor can you feel lucky in having done so, because to create that positive for yourself you necessarily excavate a space that becomes its twin of unluckiness. The unconscious guy, the eyes-rolled-back guy, he’s one of the best bike handlers I have ever ridden with, better than I’ll ever be, so good he’s good in ways I’ll never fully understand, let alone be able to emulate, and he went down and I didn’t and there is no sense to it.
There was that sound, though. I didn’t see the crash because I was looking for my escape hole but my ears know no such focus. Indiscriminate nets, catching everything within reach, they emptied that sickening low screeching grinding sound of metal on pavement into my head. The thuds. The weird absence of human voices. All of that together forming the particular sound of a bike crash, and in some strange way often seeming to be the worst memory of it, as if some primordial nerve deep inside us is struck aurally and rings on and on and on. I believe it is that sound, or that nerve, that will ring within me the instant I die.
Oh, yeah, there was a crash last night, now that you mention it. But, you know, I just don’t think about it much, just go on and ride the next day because there’s nothing you can do and it’s part of the sport and we all know the risk — hell, we all love the risk, I’d say — and I guess those guys are going to be okay and back on their bikes. It’s really not even worth writing about.
aaaanyway, I keep reading this essay over and over again... keep safe guys.
http://bicycling.com/blogs/sittingin/20 ... -sittingin
This Is Not About Crashing
by Bill Strickland
There was a crash, but this is not about crashing.
Nope.
There were ambulances.
But this is not about crashing. No way.
There was road rash all over the place, of course, and some lacerations here and there, and a broken arm, at least, and there was one guy unconscious for a couple minutes, eyes rolled back in his head, the works.
But this is not about crashing because you might as well be writing about the weather. Pack crashing, I’m talking about here — racers touching the floor in big rolling, toppling-domino waves of mishap — not solo dingers or a couple people touching wheels on a club ride. Race crashes happen like a tornado or a lightning strike, and afterward, sure, you might be able to piece together the reasons enough to understand what elements were at work and make the whole episode seem like the rational result of what was transpiring among all of those random forces. But for all of your analysis and newfound knowledge, when it comes to the next storm you might as well be one of those fifty-fifty (at best) TV meteorologists.
We were on it — I was in my 13 going into the little hill on a points lap — and there was some sort of disturbance at the front, some strange unsettling movement that was not at all right. That’s all. That was the only warning, and that happens a hundred times a race and everything is fine.
This is not about crashing because you cannot fixate on it. You cannot ignore it, either, because that is just as big of a response. You have to acknowledge it, but lightly, but not too lightly because nonchalance is also too significant of a response. You have to notice just enough, care just enough, not care just enough. The understated way Cyrano announces his impending death to Roxanne in the garden of the nunnery is a pretty good template.
I had time and space and the presence to slip off to the right and brush by a few people and get out onto the grass and miss the melee, and in doing that I didn’t see it at all. I could, though, see a few guys in front of me who instead of looking for the hole they could ride to were watching the crash and I knew they were going to go down, and for the most part they did. I almost hit one of them, and except for that gap of two inches or so I would have crashed, too.
But this is not about crashing because you cannot take pride in having avoided it, nor can you feel lucky in having done so, because to create that positive for yourself you necessarily excavate a space that becomes its twin of unluckiness. The unconscious guy, the eyes-rolled-back guy, he’s one of the best bike handlers I have ever ridden with, better than I’ll ever be, so good he’s good in ways I’ll never fully understand, let alone be able to emulate, and he went down and I didn’t and there is no sense to it.
There was that sound, though. I didn’t see the crash because I was looking for my escape hole but my ears know no such focus. Indiscriminate nets, catching everything within reach, they emptied that sickening low screeching grinding sound of metal on pavement into my head. The thuds. The weird absence of human voices. All of that together forming the particular sound of a bike crash, and in some strange way often seeming to be the worst memory of it, as if some primordial nerve deep inside us is struck aurally and rings on and on and on. I believe it is that sound, or that nerve, that will ring within me the instant I die.
Oh, yeah, there was a crash last night, now that you mention it. But, you know, I just don’t think about it much, just go on and ride the next day because there’s nothing you can do and it’s part of the sport and we all know the risk — hell, we all love the risk, I’d say — and I guess those guys are going to be okay and back on their bikes. It’s really not even worth writing about.
In my life
Why do I smile
At people who I'd much rather kick in the eye?
-Moz
Why do I smile
At people who I'd much rather kick in the eye?
-Moz
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That's horrible Nebs...nebulae wrote:I figure this is good place to post this. My latest song was a tribute to a dear friend who was killed two weeks ago while bicycling in New York City. It's called The Bicycle Philosopher:
http://nebulae.bandcamp.com/track/the-b ... philospher
It's no joke out there guys.
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Designhuis bike exhibition: http://tv.hobnox.com/#/en/CLTR-CTRL/Eye-Candy/c2vae - some crazy stuff there...
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a few weeks ago i thought my bottom bracket was shot on my pedicab so i replaced it..
well it wasn't that lol (even though it feels allot smoother with the new bottom bracket)
.. it was the bearings in my transfer hub (i own a trike)
i didn't have the parts i needed so i took it over to the owner of the pedicab shop i worked at before i went independent he was very nice and rebuilt the hub in like 5 minutes
but.. my tire blow up between work days so i had to take the tire of my commuter bike to ride a football game on Saturday.
i'm getting all new rubber today .. maxxis hook worms baby.
i was skeptical about using 2.5's but most of the trikes run hook worms and i used to run maxxis on my trailer.. great tires..
i'm sure they will have less rolling resistance then my current tires plus the wide tires should add to the comfort of the ride.
but its so tempting to put some 1.5 slicks on my cab hehehe
this weekend was freaking great i made a G in 2 days..
but i had to get my bass and my mopho out of the pawn shop and square away my pedicab plus a few other things... life grrrr o well
2 more weeks till A.C.L.
ya that is pretty common no need to feel dumb..Tone Deft wrote:I'm an ass, I took my bike in to get the squeak/creak in the dropout looked at, turned out my seat was loose.
a few weeks ago i thought my bottom bracket was shot on my pedicab so i replaced it..
well it wasn't that lol (even though it feels allot smoother with the new bottom bracket)
.. it was the bearings in my transfer hub (i own a trike)
i didn't have the parts i needed so i took it over to the owner of the pedicab shop i worked at before i went independent he was very nice and rebuilt the hub in like 5 minutes
but.. my tire blow up between work days so i had to take the tire of my commuter bike to ride a football game on Saturday.
i'm getting all new rubber today .. maxxis hook worms baby.
i was skeptical about using 2.5's but most of the trikes run hook worms and i used to run maxxis on my trailer.. great tires..
i'm sure they will have less rolling resistance then my current tires plus the wide tires should add to the comfort of the ride.
but its so tempting to put some 1.5 slicks on my cab hehehe
this weekend was freaking great i made a G in 2 days..
but i had to get my bass and my mopho out of the pawn shop and square away my pedicab plus a few other things... life grrrr o well
2 more weeks till A.C.L.
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tried and true sports drink
2 tablespoons freshly squeezed lemon juice.
2 tablespoons of Grade B organic maple syrup
1/10 teaspoon cayenne pepper
8 ounces of actual water
also known as master cleans
my diet is about 80% raw vegan food
and i have been trying to figure out away to not have to eat street food when i'm working down town. bringing an apple helps but its not enough so i have tried taking a 1.5 liter bottle of master cleans juice with me while i work.... it works freaking great..
2 tablespoons freshly squeezed lemon juice.
2 tablespoons of Grade B organic maple syrup
1/10 teaspoon cayenne pepper
8 ounces of actual water
also known as master cleans
my diet is about 80% raw vegan food
and i have been trying to figure out away to not have to eat street food when i'm working down town. bringing an apple helps but its not enough so i have tried taking a 1.5 liter bottle of master cleans juice with me while i work.... it works freaking great..
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kewl, I feel better. I broke my chain a few weeks ago, the guy at the shop asked me if it was a 9 or 10 speed. I froze and choked, I haven't actually counted the sprockets!! he was playing with me, sometimes I think those guys just get bored.bosonHavoc wrote:ya that is pretty common no need to feel dumb..Tone Deft wrote:I'm an ass, I took my bike in to get the squeak/creak in the dropout looked at, turned out my seat was loose.
a few weeks ago i thought my bottom bracket was shot on my pedicab so i replaced it..
well it wasn't that lol (even though it feels allot smoother with the new bottom bracket)
.. it was the bearings in my transfer hub (i own a trike)
i didn't have the parts i needed so i took it over to the owner of the pedicab shop i worked at before i went independent he was very nice and rebuilt the hub in like 5 minutes
in an earlier post you mentioned putting mayo or Crisco on your chamois? seriously? then ride all day in the hot Texas sun? that's nasty Ms Jackson! I guess you could ride for a while, get a hot dog and hey! mayo!!
In my life
Why do I smile
At people who I'd much rather kick in the eye?
-Moz
Why do I smile
At people who I'd much rather kick in the eye?
-Moz
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I had fun fun fun riding this past weekend:
Went big, went fast, had fun, didn't crash.
Went big, went fast, had fun, didn't crash.
tarekith
https://tarekith.com
https://tarekith.com
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Luke I am your father...
/jealous!
from time to time I see people IN SF riding like that on the streets. it's almost as silly as the hipster fixies. one of the 'urban downhillers' I saw was an overweight frumpy 50 something woman. I can only speculate that some shop in town had a great time outfitting her with the best gear. she was granny gearing up an easy hill, spinning like mad, barely moving, full face helmet, full suspension.
ugh, then there was that fat fuck on a Felt I saw yesterday, what a waste...
/jealous!
from time to time I see people IN SF riding like that on the streets. it's almost as silly as the hipster fixies. one of the 'urban downhillers' I saw was an overweight frumpy 50 something woman. I can only speculate that some shop in town had a great time outfitting her with the best gear. she was granny gearing up an easy hill, spinning like mad, barely moving, full face helmet, full suspension.
ugh, then there was that fat fuck on a Felt I saw yesterday, what a waste...
In my life
Why do I smile
At people who I'd much rather kick in the eye?
-Moz
Why do I smile
At people who I'd much rather kick in the eye?
-Moz
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I got a bike like this.
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UNgh, I can't imagine wearing a full face helmet and actually having to pedal anywhere. Then again I hate wearing a helmet anyway...
tarekith
https://tarekith.com
https://tarekith.com
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derzai wrote:I got a bike like this.
Horses for courses. That's why I have three bikes and would also buy 3 more if I had room to store them...
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And here is where I ride, 2 miles from here.
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Worldchampionships in Mendrisio have started.
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Pinarello is my favourite. 18,000 euros.8O wrote:Horses for courses. That's why I have three bikes and would also buy 3 more if I had room to store them...
