Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Thanks to Drunkcyclist for the link.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
I'll probably ride the Steelman tomorrow. It's seven speeds more fun now. I also found a silver 3t Synthesis that will go on this spring since I have new tape and still need some 26.0 bars.
Anyway, the ride was a quick run with Michael along the route known as "Fruit Loop". We named it as a sissy version of "Lemont Loop" a long time ago with the original "Dr. Giggles". And as most rides these days, it was better fifteen years ago when there was that quiet stretch where parking lots and cul-de-sacs seemed far away. Yet, as always, we enjoy the ride despite the creeps. Most days at 7AM.
Riding at Oury's house is great stuff. Kinda reminds me of Ballak's in Plainfield where we both ate cinders and cold, damp winds for breakfast. Now that the corn has been harvested, I expect the same from Oury's. If you haven't been out there, give us a shout and we'll roll.
Snake got a bike today. Nice looking green Schwinn. I forget the model...maybe Super Le Tour. Probably early 80's. Looks new. He seems excited to ride, so hopefully he'll wake up early and start riding with us. We rolled by the wine store where I found some average Italian red and Wild Bill. They were having a party there. I saw lots of ladies in fancy hats and a gruff gentleman sitting away from the calamity up front and alone. The lady behind the counter was a bit prim, but sold to me anyway. After Wild Bill was done licking the glass, we rode toward home. The weather was about perfect.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
As we all know It's not easy to constantly pull off the dashing photographs that make advertisers beam and hearts palpitate. Thus, it is extremely important that at the moment all eyes are on you, you don't go and fuck it all up. You must be prepared for your dig at greatness. Like you've been expecting it all along and all should take notice of this crystalizing moment in sports history. Because as all champions know, glory is a fleeting thing.
I should know, my lone triumph in the racing scene was disgraced by a photo op that showcased my complete lack of awareness for the finish line. It may as well have been lap seven, because you'd never know by looking at my reaction, which was a cross between squeezing out a turd and a late night of bong hits and tapioca. I failed miserably in an embarrassing showcase of confusion and dishonor. I never won again. Now, as recompense, I want to spare all the racers out there a similar fate.
You can't go wrong with the "One Armed Salute". It works well in tight finishes and has a gallant look about it. Merckx pulled this off flawlessly and Miguel Indurain made it his trademark in the 1990's.
"Angel" is a fine choice for young riders. It serves as a metaphor for the ascent to the ranks of greatness. Note the confirmatory salute of Piepoli here. If you're close to a winning teammate at the finish, there's no rule that says you can't enjoy some of that victory pie as well. Not only does it showcase the strength of team unity, it also displays the unselfish character of a noble domestique. Bravo!
"Scanners" isn't very popular, but that doesn't mean it isn't provocative. This conveys a sense of uncontrollable exhiliration. So much so, that your head might explode. There's no denying this salute shows passion. You can't fake passion.
"Christ" is a favorite of the tifosi. Who better to emulate in your moment of glory than the good lord himself? It's often said that one can hear the trumpets of angels softly playing in the wind when this particular salute is given.
"Rocky Balboa" is a popular classic that is also a favorite of marketers around the world. It paints images of goals achieved, opponents vanquished, and victory attained. This salute strips the rider to the bare emotional essentials. It's a triumph of spirit. Nothing sells crap better than that.
The "V" has a storied history and is probably the most common salute. And why not? It's brash without being arrogant and shows sponsor's logos well. This is without doubt the textbook salute. If you can't think of anything, this will surely suffice.
"Piss Off" probably isn't what you'll want to start your racing career with, but for old dudes that don't give a shit, it's a great way to publicly rub salt into your detractor's wounds. Journalists on your case? Team didn't renew your contract? Fuck 'em! Let your actions speak louder than any words possibly could.
"Cowboy" is a celebration best served with a sizeable lead over the peloton. It's a pretty ballsy move that not only shows just how much energy you had left, but how far ahead you were of the pathetic losers behind you. This salute is also extremely effective on video.
"Working Man" is humility in a golden wrapper. This is another fan favorite because of its inspirational overtones. Facial expression is crucial, it should say "Boy, that was hard. Look, I can barely extend these heavy arms". It makes the slowpokes and dreamers feel that they too can be champions. Pull this off and you may well achieve the status of "people's champion".
"Cyrano" is a surefire way to the hearts of the elusively fickle female fan. Who wouldn't want to catch a kiss thrown by a champion as he nonchalantly rolls across the finish line? I know I would. Note the use of a prop in the photo above. Props used to be taboo, but, like black socks and radio communication, the stubborn old ways of the past are giving way to new blood. A good prop should be poignant. "Merci Roubaix" was a genius nod to this great race by Mr. Ballerini here. Though I'm not a big fan of them, the pacifier, or "dummy" was popular with some Spanish riders who wanted to honor the birth of a new baby.
"Footloose" is a great way to showcase your sense of humor and handling skills. It emotes the feel good vibe of Kevin Bacon that is both contagious and unexpected. As all professional handlers know, to be seen goofing around on the bike is an effective way of proving that you aren't just a frankensteinian winning machine, but a great personality that folks would love to go drinking with. A great side effect of this is that the drinks will be on them.
Should you ever have the misfortune to do the "Preemie", listen closely, because it is the sound of your palmares being forever scorched by the branding iron of history. The only emotion this sad display evokes is pity. No matter how many victories follow, this tragic mistake will haunt you for the rest of your life. It may be buried but never forgotten.
Anyway, I built up a mammoth cruiser/commuter out of an old Schwinn Le Tour Luxe frame. Lots of donated parts, fenders, lights, rack, and enough steel to make Grant Peterson's nose twitch. It's a big, heavy, beast of a bike with a wheelbase that has more in common with a Cadillac than a humble bicycle. A friend said I'll never crash on it. I hope to live up to that, because I'd need a few samaritans around to help lift the thing off me if I did. And, samaritans seem to be in short supply 'round these parts, so I'd probably end up decaying with the opossums and squirrels on the side of the road as a testament to the foibles of two wheeled locomotion.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
The organizers of the Worlds in Stuttgart are shrinking the list of people they officially welcome by the minute. Already the previous ambassadors for the Worlds, Erik Zabel and Rudi Altig, were asked to step down. Later it was Gregor Braun who stepped down. The winner of the last Worlds in Stuttgart, in 1991, was also not invited. And now the organizers announced that Belgian legend Eddy Merckx is not welcome, either.
The organisers said that "we have to be a role model," while Merckx found the organizers to be crazy, as Sporza reported on its web site. He bluntly added that "dumb people are everywhere, even in Germany."
In a world where "New!" is more popular than "Refined!", headsets these days are long on the dollar and short on design. If you've spent time trying to get the lower race off your "Carbon Fork con Gordo" and even the usually trusty Park CRP-1 won't work, you've surely raised your fist to the air cursing the dirty sunuvabitch that drew the plans up for that goddamn headset. That being said, it's not surprising that Chris King made this first.