Note: If you feel like you may have read this post before, you’re probably right. This is an only slightly modified repost of a previous Father’s Day article. Same principles apply though. Enjoy
There is a very long tradition of getting dad a tie for Christmas. But what if Dad’s favorite pastime involves a saddle, two wheels and two pedals? As a general rule, folks don’t wear neck ties on the weekend group rides.
Luckily, there are a number of items – ranging from the relatively inexpensive to the completely extravagant – that can fill the bill. Here’s a list of some ideas in no particular order:
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Roadie. Fixie hipster. Urban velo. Cycle chic. Mountain.
As a group, us cyclists sure seem to want to divide ourselves into, well, more groups. The interesting thing about cyclists is that we often seem to pigeonhole themselves into a single sub-sect and not stray out much. But why would that be? Keep reading →
Hopefully Andy Schleck doesn’t shop at Mike’s Bikes.
I’ve actually shopped at this chain of bike shops quite a few times – the one here in Sacramento is actually quite nice with a great, friendly staff. So I decided to check out the merchandise that they had on their website trying to show my daughter some of the options available for her Single Speed project.
Unfortunately, my window browsing excursion was shortened when I ran across this monstrosity of an ad on the Mike’s Bikes website:
OK. So I guess this is supposed to be somehow funny? I just don’t get the joke myself. So, what – if Andy had gotten a proper tuneup from Mike’s Bikes then he wouldn’t have dropped his chain and may have won the Tour de France? Is that the implication?
Sorry, Mr. Mike (if that is your real name) but think what you want about the chain incident in the Tour de France, no one but you is implying that it was due to a faulty tune up.
I’m looking for my daughter’s wheels somewhere else now!
Disclaimer: This post is only partially tongue-in-cheek, partially humorous, and partially thought out.
The first rounds of the riders set to participate in this years Veulta a Espana are being published. These are not yet the final (read: official) startlists, but…
Since this is still just a preliminary list, JustAnotherCyclist has decided to take a decidedly biased, non-objective stab at illustrating the most noteworthy riders on (and not on) the list. Here goes:
In my newly conceived (and doomed to fail) endeavor to somehow beat Cyclicious in the celebrities on bikes photo race, I’ve been keen to find something of my own. So – while laughing my ass off over my morning coffee to yet another Bike Snob post I happened across not a photo – but a video! Sure – the celebrity isn’t exactly on his bike here – but that is only because it was on his bike before finding the back window of a taxi cab. And he is bleeding! While celebrities on bikes are indeed cool, nothing will ever top images of bloody cyclists (like this, or this, or even this. But especially this). And it is not just pictures – it is video! Keep reading →
I actually thought this was pretty damned funny:
It happened today. I’ve felt it coming for some time – even thought about why it may be happening. But there I sat on the edge of my couch. I’d carefully planned my lunch break (I was working from home) to coincide with the mid-day Versus presentation of the end of Stage 5 of the Tour de France. It was another flat stage – so all down to the sprinters. The last few kilometers showed the normal dominance of the HTC Columbia lead out train (more on that choo-choo later) But wait – Garmin snuck in there. Things were getting interesting. It was coming down to the line… could go any way…
That is when it happend. That is when I realized that I was not cheering on Tyler Farrar, hoping he could overcome his fractured wrist and take the win. I wasn’t hoping for Thor Hushovd to win (as he should, if for no other reason than his name is Thor) What was I hoping to see? I wanted to see anything but Mark Cavendish riding across the line with his arms raised. For a large number of reasons, I found myself rooting against someone rather than rooting for someone.
How the hell did that happen?
My wife thinks it is because he always wins. That may be true. I’ve definitely got an “always cheer for the underdog” type of mentality. It is boring to look at the elevation profile for a stage and know “Yup – that’ll be Cav fumbling with his green sunglasses again…” (by the way – can anyone find video of that online?)
Is it because I’m completely sick of hearing the term “Lead Out Train”? Yea – that might just be it. Seriously need to call it something different. It is almost as infuriating as the “Manx Missle” comments. Makes me want to form my fingers into a gun and shoot them all in the head.
Mostly, I have to be honest and say it is unfair of me. Sure, the guy is cocky, but all those stage wins gives a person at least some justification for being cocky. I tried to be really mad at him for the Tour de Suise crash – but I’m still not sure I objectively think he was actually in the wrong there. From now on maybe I’ll just salute him on every win the way he saluted folks…