|Which do you get called more?||Car Magnet|
May 31, 2001 8:11 PM
|Greg or Lance? Lemond or Armstrong? I always get a chuckle when someone calls me that. But thats who most people (US) think of when they see a roadie. Which is a shame, because we have and had a lot of great cyclers/cyclists.|
May 31, 2001 10:45 PM
May 31, 2001 11:07 PM
|I think I've heard the word "fag" more times than I've heard Greg and Lance combined. Usually it has been shouted by a stoned teenage boy in the passenger seat of a Toyota mini-truck or similar vehicle. Why can football players run around on a field for hours in skin-tight pants and slap each other on the ass and be the pinnacle of manhood in the U.S., while we become "sissies" as soon as we put on spandex shorts? Someone on the VN board recently posted about a very frightening experience with some knotheads who decided he was a "fag" for riding a bike and took it upon themselves to try to run him down. These experiences give me new respect for the crap that gay men must have to put up with on a daily basis in this country.|
|Well my girlfriends and I||uwgrl|
May 31, 2001 11:11 PM
|Think road bikers are totally hot, so we usually yell "Hey Baby" or "nice calfs". :)|
|I need to run into you and your friends more often||mike mcmahon|
May 31, 2001 11:18 PM
|However, I did have one recent experience that made me feel fairly young and attactive. I was sitting behind a van at a red light. The back window of the van was tinted, but I could see some kind of activity taking place in the back of the van. Right when the light turned green, the back window opened and two teenaged girls popped their heads out and said: "Hey, sexy!" They then started giggling and the van pulled off.|
|oh, we're out there...||lonefrontranger|
Jun 1, 2001 8:14 AM
|I mentioned somewhere else that the scenery was the reason I got into this sport. Prior sport was hunter/jumper horses - lots of b*tchy fat broads with too much money and attitude, got really boring after a while. Cycling has a lot better "percentages", and the guys I meet within the sport are fit, have fancy legs, interesting personalities and usually work in the tech or engineering fields meaning they're good financial risks (showing my practical side at last).
My boyfriend and I have a naughty little "contest" we play. For every "pair" he notices and comments on (why do rollerbladers feel compelled to wear tank tops or bras that basically just function as air and bug scoops?), I usually recall or point out some really tasty set of quads. Keeps him humble.
|they were busting your nads. (NM)||Moe|
Jun 1, 2001 10:24 AM
|Hate to tell ya Mike....||Mel Erickson|
Jun 1, 2001 11:43 AM
|Well, you know what they were really thinking. Delusional thinking does help us through the day, though.|
|You have got to be kidding!!!||HoochieMamma|
Jun 1, 2001 12:36 AM
|Personally...I think they are well...fairyish. Check out some real men and check out the local single track in your area...manly-men not your balding-telletubbie-looking-man(fairy)-in spandex. Need I say more? Get a life! Get glasses! But in reality when I see a "roadie" I always say..."Get a real bike, get a mountain bike!"|
|You must have mistaken us...||Bosephus|
Jun 1, 2001 7:47 AM
|for the kind of people who care to listen to your drivle. |
If you're so anti roadbike and pro mountain bike why waste your time in here reading this crap. I mean if we're not real men than what's the point of you hangin around in here.
Oh I get it, your like one of those guys that think anyone that isn't like you is lost and just needs to be shown the way. Hmmmm ...
I know your just trolling and I happened to bite, but if I were you I feel pretty pathetic if that's best thing I could do with my time.
BTW ... I go both ways ... MTB and Road. Although lately I've been favoring the road bike.
|Do you do the Dew?||128|
Jun 1, 2001 11:15 AM
|What the heck is it !!!!!|
Jun 1, 2001 7:50 AM
|Man, Your neck of the woods is rough! I had a teenager ask me who I race for (this, while I am wearing a Schwinn jersey and riding a Schwinn). I also had another kid call me a b*****d for not riding on the sidewalk. But I got my revenge at the next light, when I saw and heard his girlfriend tearing him up for being an ass****! I didn't say a word, just smiled and kept going.|
|you have a choice||Moe|
Jun 1, 2001 10:22 AM
|not to be a road cyclist if you don't like what people call you. Just like the gay men have a choice also.|
|Take a deep breath and don't respond! Aaah. (nm)||mike mcmahon|
Jun 1, 2001 10:32 AM
|Tom. Must be because of the license plate. (nm)||Humma Hah|
May 31, 2001 11:15 PM
Jun 1, 2001 8:38 AM
|does virginny(?) make you turn them in when you get the new one's? as you know(!) here in cally we pay 2% of new car value for that little sticker as it is a personal property tax. good thing we don't have to license the bike. |
miss san diego?
|Yeah, haven't changed the truck yet, either ...||Humma Hah|
Jun 1, 2001 3:06 PM
|... I may leave the blue CA toy plate on the bike for a while, just as a reminder.
As a kid, in Richmond, VA, we had actual city-issued bicycle license plates. Cost 50 cents. I got my money's worth when the Jaguar was stolen, the police recovered the frame, identified the SN from their licensing records, and returned it to me.
I did my little 23-mile bike-path run today in a light rain. I find myself using that route a lot because it is a no-brainer. Most of the interesting 2-lane roads around here are, um, challenging from a safety standpoint. What I miss from SD is the ability to ride darned near anywhere I wanted with barely a second thought.
|What's the Prolem? They Jus' say nice sack. nm||testcycles|
Jun 1, 2001 12:26 AM
Jun 1, 2001 12:38 AM
|Don't all of your 20 year-old wives have you all castorated by the age of 40 anyhow?|
Jun 1, 2001 12:18 PM
|Would that be getting dropped into a vat of castoroil?|
Jun 1, 2001 7:30 AM
|A**hole is about the most frequent for me. Then there are those who scream f*** you. The rest is unintelligible.
I am amazed how people can feel so anonymous toward a cyclist. I pass a few groups of kids at bus-stops in the morning and regularly get yelled at. One morning I'm going to stop and ask them to repeat themselves.
I have noticed an occasional driver who seems very interested and takes a long look at me - probably fellow cyclists.
Jun 1, 2001 1:16 PM
|that's me. i have this fear of accidentally running a fellow cyclist off the road while checking their ride. can't help it though.|
Jun 1, 2001 7:45 AM
|I've discovered that most people do not understand the basic concept of the doppler effect that most of what they say is neither heard or comprhended.
I do find it amusing that some teenage kid will say "Nice ass Fag". Hmmm....you're the one saying that I have a nice ass, and your the one calling me a fag? Ironic eh?
I wish I could run into more like our lady friend above and get some nice comments every now and then. I also wish that those few times something nice is said that I could say thank you.
I also quite often get called "Mini Me" because my teammate who is about 4-5 inches taller then me rides the exact same bike.
Jun 1, 2001 8:11 AM
|yeah, "fag" is used liberally in the south, but more times than not, it's some unintelligible one or two-syllable yell out of a jacked-up 4x4, or kids screaming (three in the front seat, none in the back). ANY response either gets no reaction, or a rubber-burning wheel-spinning u-turn and an all-mouth confrontation that's abruptly ended when they realize fellas that look 5' 110# on a bike in lycra are actually 6'2" 190# off the bike, wearing a helmet, with access to a frame pump and fed-up with vehicular harrassment. at my wife's urging, since i'm now a daddy, i've discontinued the use of my tallest finger as primary communicator. i'm working on the rest.
awhile back i had a woman pull up next to me at a stoplight. i was expecting some b.s. before a quick acceleration on green, but she in fact started a short conversation about "clip-in pedals" and how her husband had busted his butt more times than she could remember becuase of 'em. bt/dt.
Jun 1, 2001 8:18 AM
|Yeah, in the Rust Belt (Dayton, OH), the worst time to ride was 3 PM when 1st shift was getting out. Lost track of how many beer cans / soda pop cups full of ice (ow!) got hurled at me on backcountry roads.
I have had guys wolf whistle at stop lights tho - that always makes my day. I guess it's different for us girls.
|re: blue(collar)shift||Haiku d'état|
Jun 1, 2001 9:08 AM
|hey, FR, didn't realize you were a female of the opposite sex. sorry, i was evidently wearing my internet/forum blinders. how YOU doin?
was just thinking earlier when posting that last one that i've been pretty lucky to not have anything thrown at me yet over the last 3 years. now i've done it, jinxed myself and will probably get a cinderblock in the head from a passing HVAC van doing 65 in a 35 on my next sojourn into the land of pork rinds and rc cola.
Jun 1, 2001 9:30 AM
|no need to apologize. I'm doing fine, trying to figure out how to program an Access db (means I should be working, not surfing, oh, well...)
<> hon, you don't need to tell me, I lived in Cincitucky for six years. It positively astonished how you would cross that bridge into NoKY and find yourself instantly teleported into the Land of Bubba. What IS it about the Mason-Dixon line that dictates the average IQ drops by a factor of 50 the instant you cross it? My favorite Southern "buzz" was always the clapped-out old Granada or Camaro full of screaming drunk HS students, with a skanky white pair of buttox hanging out the rear window at you. Gawd I love rednecks!
My favorite red-light stunt is to drop from full tilt into a perfectly balanced, immobile trackstand, with a little stylie "endo" to straighten the rear wheel (I have to be on a really good day, but I usually know when I can pull it off). Not only do the drivers stare, but it tends to really P*SS OFF my boy ride partners who aren't quite so skilled and have to settle for having a gurl show 'em up Their revenge is to drop me next hill, but oh, well.
Jun 1, 2001 9:46 AM
|Not to start a discussion on Ohio vs. KY but having lived on both sides of the border (of the Ohio river), I have found a significant difference in attitude. Yes, we have a few more rednecks (just a few) here in the south, but the people are nicer in KY. If I have a breakdown in Ohio, cars seem to accellerate past me - too damn busy to help. In KY, easily 50% of the time, someone, probably in a pickup, will slow down to ask if I need any help or a ride. Southerners are just plain nicer.
P.S. We Kentuckians put the real morons and bubba's on the riverbank so as to scare away narrow minded Northerners from coming in too deep. Taking the South as a whole,the interior is populated by very nice, very intelligent people. Bill Clinton is the exception to the rule.....
Jun 1, 2001 10:17 AM
|Lived in Louisville for 9 months last year and can back you up on the niceness factor. I found Kentuckians to be very courteous and friendly. You really notice the difference after living years in NYC. Down there if you aren't smiling people want to know "what's the matter?" Up in the northeast, if you smile people want to know "what's so f***ing funny?"
Stayed on the KY side mostly because there were too many kids cruising in muscle cars who liked to yell and throw things on the IN side of the river. That said, Ky can be used as a qualifying modifier when describing poverty. As in: "poor" or the much more evocative "Kentucky poor."
Jun 1, 2001 2:14 PM
|... mostly. I dig good ole boys - I grew up on a farm in Harveysburg, Ohio and consider myself a hick, too. It's the rednecks that aggravate me.
You are right, the country folk pretty much live and let live, and we had some great chats with people when we were way-beyond-lost on various Bataan Death Cruises out around Kincaid Lake, HellsHalfAcre or Big Bone Lick.
Topics of conversation pretty much along the lines of "y'all come from CencinnATI?" : "y'all wanna go baick thataways oh... about four, five mahle 'til you git to the highway, thain turn laift up a big ole hail, you thaink you kin make et? (by "highway" they mean a little county road no bigger than the one you're currently on) "Aw, shore - ya cain't miss it!" (LOVE that term, usually means the sign got ripped off by the graduating class of 1978 and hasn't been replaced yet 'cause shoot, the locals all know where they're going.)
Speaking of dialects, it's going to take me years to rid myself of the odd Cincinnati habit of "pluralizing" proper nouns (you go to "Skylines", not Skyline).
The main problem I had with NoKY is that slim metro area band right along the river (Dayton/Newport/Covington etc.) That's where I received the most taunts, threats, missiles, near-death experiences, et cetera. I think most of their problem is with that Thursday night Bike Nazi World Championships training ride out west on Rt. 8. Talk about your idiot roadie ego-fest on wheels.
Here in Boulder they'll yell "Single file" at you, and the cops have ticketed some of the Bike Nazis for holding up traffic or running stop lights, but all in all it's a heck of a lot more reasonable. Most of the roads have wide shoulders so that traffic isn't even an issue.
Jun 1, 2001 2:32 PM
|Possibly the funniest guy I've ever know in my life was from Cinci. He tells the best stories about the lunkhead friends that he grew up with and the crap they used to do. He has literally had me in tears with his stories. And he's a scrapper. I don't know if that's a Cinci trait or his Irish heritage. Dude got cut from his high school basketball team. The next year, he went to a community college and made the squad. He worked so hard he ended up getting a b-ball scholarship to Georgetown and played for Coach Thompson in the Mourning/Motumbo days. He even went to the Sweet 16 once. Now that his playing days are over,he drinks Jack Daniel's by the schooner and chews Red Man.
I've liked just about everyone I've met from Cinci, but I still hate the Reds even though they're no longer in the NL West.
Jun 1, 2001 11:47 PM
who?? oh, yeah, that team sport thing again. Go ahead, hate on the Deads all you like, chances are folks in Cincy will just nod and agree. Last I heard they couldn't fill the old stadium to 1/4 capacity, so they're spending good tax dollars to build a new one?
I rode fine horses over big timber and watched bike racing and downhill ski racing on TV whenever possible as an adolescent. This was decades before OLN, so my Austrian pen pal sent me PAL tapes of Eurosport coverage that I'd get converted to NTSC and listen to the Italian / German / French commentary, not understanding a syllable, but riveted nonetheless. As a misdirected and rebellious young adult I took up skateboarding and hanging around with derelict musicians. Team sports have never been my gig.
My all-time favorite sports hero as a kid growing up was Franz Klammer, the Austrian ski ace. Watching him carve the Hannenkahm was a religious experience. Andy Hampsten was a pretty close second (I was sixteen the year he won the Giro and thought he was a doll).
For all-time funniest Cincinnati and redneck stories, as well as general craziness and mayhem, I don't think you can top my buddy Jason Reser, who opened his own bike shop in Newport last year at the decrepit age of 21. I still have a great series of pictures of a 40-foot mushroom-shaped fireball he and his brother created behind their tractor shed. At last audit, his folks had 23 non-functioning vehicles (not counting lawnmowers or trailers made out of pickup beds) in their front yard. We all got bored one Tuesday night and decided to set the landspeed record for driving Cincinnati to Portsmouth and back in Jason's brand new Jetta (not one speeding ticket, either). Stuff like that.
|Skateboarding (drifting again)||mike mcmahon|
Jun 2, 2001 7:09 AM
|Although I've always had a soft-spot for the Dodgers, non-traditional sports were always my thing. I did a lot of skateboarding in my younger days, which were obviously long before your (still) young days. Back when I was skating Tony Alva was the man and Dogtown (Santa Monica) was skateboard Mecca. A good friend of mine who I've known since 9 years old was at one time the #1 free-style boarder in the country. We used to love finding drained backyard pools at every opportunity, figuring out when the owners were away from home, and enjoying a free day of skating. Barring that, there was a short-lived boom in skatepark construction in So. Cal. in the mid-70s that provided us ample (but costly) ground to rack ourselves up.|
|Re: Jason Reser||PaulCL|
Jun 2, 2001 10:36 AM
|I will be seeing Jason in a couple of days for some work on my Colnago. Is it OK if I mentioned the "atomic bomb" in his back yard??
As for the 23 vehicles...boy, does that make Kentuckians sound like hillbillies - junked up cars in the front yard! Personally, I only have 4 bombed out cars in my front yard. OK, a dishwasher and dryer on the front porch right next to Grandma's rocker which is next to Grandpa's spittoon. And yes, my sister is my wife, but, hey, the neighbors do it too.......NOT!
Jun 2, 2001 6:40 PM
|Sure. Just tell him there's some crazy woman out in Colorado that's going to do that to his head if he doesn't get Trialtir to ship my frame :) It is a great series of photos, taken with an autoadvance shutter on his brother's (design/photography major) fancy camera set at something like 1/1000 second. We had them up in our Prospect Hill apartment as a sort of freize running along the picture rail. He and his brother and his best friend were quite the little pyros growing up. I forget what the concoction was they used to produce such a large fireball, but it wasn't gasoline or any of the usual suspects.
I used to love to put dry ice and water into a plastic 2-liter, cap it and run like hell. Made a great noise.
The scary thing about Jason's folks is that they live in Milford, not KY at all. Their house is really, really nice and I get the impression they have quite a bit of cash. They just have a lot of crap, too.
|kidding! and to the Reds hater...||PaulCL|
Jun 1, 2001 6:59 PM
|OK...just a joke. And yes, I have had my problems along the KY "waterfront" too. Lets' face it: the most understanding, intelligent, 'live and let live' folks do not live along the river. Route 8 is an official "KY Bike Path" now - in other words, if you're a redneck out to hunt cyclists, you know where to find'em. "Yo Bubba - rev up the pickemuptruck". Yeah, lots of roadies - fast, slow, in single file and sometimes three abreast. It would tick me off too if I was in my car.
And to the Reds hater...why?? do you live in Boston and are still po'ed about the '75 series or are you from Oakland and still miffed about being swept in '90?? If it makes you feel any better, the Reds REALLY suck this year.
|Big Red Machine||mike mcmahon|
Jun 1, 2001 7:15 PM
|I'm a life-long Dodger fan and really hated the Reds in the 70s when the Dodgers and Reds were perpetually battling for the NL West. In those days, it was more or less a two team division. Back in the day, the Mighty Braves had nobody but Dale Murphy: heck of a nice guy but not a lot of support. The Padres were the Padres, and the Giants always gave us fits but never really tied me in knots like the old Reds with Bench, Griffey Sr., Foster, Rose, Concepcion, et. al. I was sitting in the left field pavilion at Dodger Stadium for a three-game Dodger-Red series at the end of the regular season when a drunk idiot stood up, emptied a half-pint of Jack Daniel's in one drink, calmly put the cap back on, and fired the bottle at Pete Rose's head, narrowly missing it. That, and similar antics that weekend, led Dodger Stadium to stop selling alcohol in the outfield, and it's been dry since. I must say that I take perverse joy in seeing the Reds spend buckets of money on players like Griffey, Jr. only to be 11.5 games out of first on June 1 (I know, I know, Griffey's hurt). If there's one Reds player I do miss it's Chris Sabo (Szabo?).|
|OK, I hated the Dodgers||PaulCL|
Jun 2, 2001 10:32 AM
|..but it was a fun hate. It was rumored around this area for years that the Dodger management printed "boo Pete Rose" on their Reds/Dodgers tickets. I know it wasn't true, but it gives you an idea of how much we (as Reds fans) hated the Dodgers. We really don't have an 'arch enemy' or nemesis team anymore. Takes some of the fun out of the game. As for Griffey Jr, he's like a Ferrari - when he's running, he runs flat out...but he spends a lot of time in the shop for repairs. Oh yeah, he's expensive too! I am not a big baseball fan anymore. Growing up, strikes, getting into "solo" sports, losing teams, etc ..kinda put the damper on my enthusiasm for the sport - but hey, at least Marge Schott is gone.
As for Chris Sabo...he is a high school B-Ball coach somewhere in the area. Heck, he probably drives the same Ford Escort that he drove while his income was over $1MM per year.
|Pete Rose and Rupert Murdoch||mike mcmahon|
Jun 2, 2001 12:30 PM
|I don't remember tickets imprinted with "Boo Pete Rose." First, Dodger fans didn't need anything to remind them to boo Charlie Hustle. Second, I don't think the O'Malleys would have permitted something like that to happen: too much class. Now that the Dodgers are a part of the Evil Empire run by Rupert Murdoch, it's a lot harder to get excited about a trip to Chavez Ravine. I'm sure the Brits would have put out a hit on Murdoch had he succeeded in his failed bid to purchase Manchester United.
I heard a funny story about Sabo that could very possibly be false. As it went, Sabo was playing AAA ball somewhere and was never around his team-mates during the down-time and nobody ever knew where he was. Then one day a couple of players went into a local McDonald's and there was Sabo behind the counter taking orders. Apparently it wasn't a money issue; it was more a matter of his non-stop energy and need to be doing something at all times. It may be urban legend, but what the heck? Seems like a great guy.
Jun 1, 2001 9:48 AM
|funny, i've been working in access 2000/sql 7 all morning. it's 25% of what i do (the rest is totally unrelated).
you're so lucky! flotsam hurled at you, cat-calls and whistles, AND high-speed mooning? now, if you can get all that rolled into one ride, plus rain and a flat OR a busted spoke (will that be censored?), it'll be a tale they'll write songs about!
the most i get around here is the odd car coming too close, folks speeding up to make a right in front of me, screaming teenagers or drunk rednecks yelling, squealing tires, and the odd stare at convenience stores. lucky, i guess.
recently did a ride in the ozarks...WAY out in the hills, in a town of around 10k pop. (a varitable metropolitan for the ozarks), my lycra and multiple piercings (above the neck only, thanks) weren't well-received by the cashiers or saturday morning shoppers. there were a few nice folks that came out of the woodwork to ask how far we were going and to show amazement that we'd ride our by-sickuls in dem hills. fun and interesting. safety in numbers.
|Access is breaking my brain...||lonefrontranger|
Jun 1, 2001 12:50 PM
|...which wasn't too stable to begin with owing to all the chems I've dumped on it thru the years. Bleach goes straight to the brain cells, don't let anyone tell you different.
I'm an admin/marketing assistant, not a daggone SQL programmer. Sigh. I got it to mostly work. Now I have to go back and fix all the stuff I busted getting there. ARRRGH! Everyone else gets to leave at noon on Fridays, and I gotta get this db up and running
You are right, there's a dichotomy. Southern regular folk (the good ole' boys) are really quite nice and polite, pleasant and happy to chat with crazy cyclists who are lost halfway up the holler from nowhere. The problem is there is a vocal, visible redneck pickemup-truck-drivin', beer-bottle-throwin' minority who ruin it for everyone. Same as every other social group, sad to say.