|Passing with Style||onyourleft|
May 31, 2001 11:01 PM
|On the road I get some that pass quietly with speed, some that huff and puff without warning, some that scream God-knows-what, and some that are (sad to say) trying to be friendly, but make me want to speed up.
What is the norm?
How do I pass with style? What should I expect when passsed?
I have not read or heard a good definition of passing another rider with style.
|re: Passing with Style||mike mcmahon|
May 31, 2001 11:14 PM
|After almost 20 years of riding road on and off, I still struggle with this question. My instinct is to say in a friendly voice "good morning" or "on your left" but this generally seems to have the effect of scaring the bejeezus out of most people I pass. My general tactic at this point is to move to the left of the rider so I'm passing far enough away that I don't have to worry about making contact if he or she freaks out. I then sometimes shift or make some other subtle noise that lets the rider know someone is coming up behind. When I am just about pulling even, I usually try to say "good morning" or something else as I pass. I have found this tactic to be fairly effective. Although I never wear a mirror, I always feel more comfortable passing someone with a mirror.|
|re: Passing with Style||Zamorush|
May 31, 2001 11:54 PM
|It is all up to you. Depend's on what kind of person are you. Generally when you are in a good mood, and goind well then you just want to say "hi" or "hello". I usually say "have a nice ride" when I pass them. Of coarse, when you are on the middle of a 4000 feet climbe, and you are dead tired passing somebody, you just can't say a word, then you can just smile,"if you can", usually the expression on the rider's face, when he is going up the hill, does not look good at all. So if you can just greet the person you are passing, and answer to the one who is passing you.|
|While flying downhill...||HoochieMamma|
Jun 1, 2001 12:37 AM
|I usually play chicken with on coming traffic.|
|re: Passing with Style||LLSmith|
Jun 1, 2001 4:56 AM
|I let other riders know by saying "on your left". I will let them know when i'm ten to twenty feet away depending on speed. Many riders respond with a "thank you". While passing I say "hows it going" or something very simple and basic. Most of the time when I get passed I hear nothing. They might see my mirror(helmet style) or they may be focused on their ride. I'm really more interested in seeing their bikes as they go past. LLS|
|re: Passing with Style||Bike Fool|
Jun 1, 2001 7:00 AM
|I tend to be pretty talkative. When I'm about 10 yards away I'll say "on your left", then when I catch up I might say what a beautiful day to ride, yada, yada. If they look like they're hurting (like during charity rides) I'll offer some encouragement, or like, "the reason I'm in a hurry is I'm chasing down a beer." Just being sociable I guess.|
|re: Passing with Style||Cima Coppi|
Jun 1, 2001 7:03 AM
|I agree with what everyone has stated with the exception of one (you can guess who that is!!). Years ago I got screamed at by another rider when I passed him (with about 6-8 feet distance to his left) and did not warn him of my approach. After that I always say "on your left" or "behind you" (this one mostly to runners and walkers). I can't really tell you if there is good etiquette, because I do not care if someone passes me and they say nothing. I usually just jump on their wheel and make an attempt to start a pace line with them.|
|re: Passing with Style||Von Zip|
Jun 1, 2001 7:06 AM
|I've found that most verbal communication that is uttered from me to a cyclist that I'm coming up on has less than desired results. So from experience I've found the it's best for me to give them plenty of room, to say nothing, and a friendly wave as I pass.|
|Passing Like A Smart Aleck...||Greg Taylor|
Jun 1, 2001 7:06 AM
|On my commute one morning, the usual gang of suspects that I ride in with was joined by another rider that, well, annoyed us. We were faster but, when we would get around him, he would speed up and desperately pass us back. We got annoyed and, instead of following the "golden rule" or thinking "live and let live", we decided that our next pass would be memorable. On the next straight, uncrowded stretch of road, one of my buddies wound it up pretty fast with me in tow...he peeled off before we reached our "friend" and I immediately sat up Cippolini-style. The lead out allowed me to whizz past the dude, towing the group behind me while riding no hands and nonchalantly adjusting my riding gloves. We then took off into the distance... He was pissed.
Not a proud moment in human relations, but what the hell.
|Another a$$h01e roadie||Moe|
Jun 1, 2001 10:17 AM
|and I bet you are proud of your actions.|
|Hey, Moe!||mike mcmahon|
Jun 1, 2001 10:34 AM
|Dude, you're a day late and a dollar short. The mountain versus road flame war happened last week and was started by a mtber with much more intelligence and class than you. I think you'll find that nobody over here is much in the mood to respond to your garbage this week, but good luck if you do decide to continue in your trolling.
|Aww, Don't Pick On Moe...||Greg Taylor|
Jun 1, 2001 11:34 AM
|...he was dropped on his head as a child, and he just can't help himself. That steel plate in his forehead gets all itchy when he thinks too hard.|
|Greg Taylor: My cousin has a steel plate||JAMMM|
Jun 1, 2001 1:39 PM
|in his head from an auto accident, he was 12 years old when it happened, stayed in varoius hospitals and rehab for almost a year. There are thousands of people with plates in their heads from all sorts of accidents and surgeries. It is really fun to tease them, don't you agree Greg Taylor? I bet you make fun of cancer patients when they lose their hair from chemo. Downs syndrone children are a blast to tease also, right Greg Taylor? Maybe Moe was right about roadies like YOU.|
|moe/jamm...hoochiemamma/blue bayou...bon/homer: MPD/DID?||Haiku d'état|
Jun 1, 2001 1:52 PM
|or is it just me? correct me if i'm wrong.|
|I don't get it. Sounds like "come together, right now" Aerosmith||blue bayou|
Jun 1, 2001 2:19 PM
|Might just be you.|
|Yup, that was pretty insensitive...I apologize.||Greg Taylor|
Jun 1, 2001 2:21 PM
|I did not mean to offend, and I apologize if I did. I hope that my apology is accepted in the spirit in which it is offered: sincerly, and with true regret that I may have hurt someone's feelings.|
Jun 5, 2001 10:59 AM
|(Toe) JAMMM just had his knickers in a twist and wanted to claim the new-age-sensitve-guy moral high ground. I bet if you put a couple beers in him and he's just as coarse and insensitive as the rest of us.|
|Hey, Mike.....||blue bayou|
Jun 1, 2001 12:53 PM
|For being the self appointed board sheriff, don't you think you should heed you own advice? I'm all for some fun, I do it myself, but this personal attack stuff does no one any good. I might even pledge to stay away from the obvious hooks....|
|Not the Sheriff, just Deputy Dawg! (nm)||mike mcmahon|
Jun 1, 2001 1:21 PM
|Are we in agreement? nm||blue bayou|
Jun 1, 2001 1:30 PM
|No Problemo. ( funny about the whiskey in the water bottle)||blue bayou|
Jun 1, 2001 2:42 PM
|I instantly thought of the song "Whiskey River".|
|I think Whiskey and I think Tom Waits and/or Shane McGowan||mike mcmahon|
Jun 1, 2001 2:49 PM
|But if I think about really cheap bourbon, I think about my old grand-dad, who used to drink Old Grand-Dad. My first really good, stumbling around, babbling incoherently drunk was on half a fifth of I.W. Harper and a 16 oz. can of Schlitz Malt Liquor at June Lake, CA at age 14. I don't drink much bourbon these days, but when I do I choose a quality beverage like Knob Creek or Woodford.
Are you really down in bayou country or are you an Orbison/Ronstadt fan?
|Just thought Blew By You would be a bit obvious and pompus--||blue bayou|
Jun 1, 2001 3:25 PM
|You never know you might meet. OGD was my 1st toast. Nasty as I recall. I'm impressed by your choice of Schlitz Tall Boys. Anyone could have picked up the 8oz. Perhaps you are more descerning. I prefer the TB to the usual size myself. Just want to know, did it have a pull top? You get bonus points for that, you know.|
|Pull top and it immediately went inside the can||mike mcmahon|
Jun 1, 2001 3:30 PM
|I was always impressed as a kid by the guys who pulled the pop top from the beer, dropped it in the can, and then drank the beer, so I did it. Talk about bonus points. I guess it was sort of the U.S. equivalent of eating that Japanese puffer fish that can kill you if you eat the wrong bit. I popped the Schlitz to try to get the taste of the I.W.H. out of my mouth. It was the longest night (and day after) of my life. I woke up in a sleeping bag full of barf.|
|Well, you can win the patio funishings, the vaction to Hawaii &||blue bayou|
Jun 1, 2001 3:44 PM
|the brand new car if you can earn these bonus points:
10 points for sporting braces, like Peter Brady.
20 for getting a hicky playing any bottle game.
30 for having crashed the Sting Ray with banana seat
40 for loving every minute of it
500 for posting old photos. Need not be the actual event to win. Any photo in cutt-offs, rust colored cords or with big hair will suffice.
BTW, props for filling the coleman(?) bag to capacity. I like a guy who goes the extra mile.
|I think I can cover all of that and then some||mike mcmahon|
Jun 1, 2001 6:42 PM
|1. Had the braces. When playing goalkeeper, I got kicked in the mouth and the top lip stuck to the braces. It took about 20 minutes to remove the lip from the braces. Lots of blood. Peter Brady would have been squealing like a stuck pig. I finished the game in-goal.
2. I got my first (and possibly only) hickey from Vickie Curren playing spin the bottle in approximately 1975.
3. Crashed the Stingray with a banana seat AND a sissy-bar.
4. Absolutely loved every minute of it.
5. I don't have a scanner and most of the old pictures are at my parents' house. However, I know I've got some photos of myself in green corduroy cut-offs with my hair at least to the middle of my back. If I recall the photo correctly, I was also wearing a puca-shell necklace.
The best part about the barf in the sleeping bag was that it was all dried by the time I woke up in the morning. I was still sporting long hair and it was also dried up in my hair. I spent the entire day trundling between the campspot and the bathroom for barfing sessions. A Boy Scout troop was camping next to us and the scout master was using me as the prime example of why minors should abstain from the use of alcohol and/or drugs. If I saved even one Boy Scout from a life of alcohol or drug abuse, my suffering was not in vain.
Jun 1, 2001 10:32 AM
|When riding with a group, I always add the quantity of riders in the group to the standard "on your left". Let's them know there's a bunch of us.|
|if you need to ask...||homer|
Jun 1, 2001 10:34 AM
|it ain't happening. Maybe you should try passing a big loud stinky while passing?|
|Go REALLY fast and yell "DOPPLER EFFECT!!!" as you scream by!||128|
Jun 1, 2001 11:05 AM
|Works best from a car....!
Actually, I think the loud fart suggestion was probably the best ice breaker so far...
I say on you left and , 'hey', as i ooooze by
Want one of those classy little bell bells... Grunt Grunt, Clank, Griiiind; "Oh, here comes another one of those sweaty..."....Ding! "Hmmm..." She thinks, and turns to see the malifluous source, "Ding!" Bet it works almost as good as a puppy at the park!! Just kinda ding that sucker again, and ease on by, smiling!!
Roller bladers are a itch to bass...rangey suckers, a cross between Mario Lemieux an a franuckin' squirrel "I'm going this way! Nope! That way! Ah?! Gotcha! Coming Back!" And I'm yelling; On your Left! Right! Angleing through your stride arc at 15 degrees to the ecliptic!! fun fun fun
It's nice out, I'm at work..I want to go out.
|Perfect description of a rollerblader pass! nm||Mel Erickson|
Jun 1, 2001 11:36 AM
|Varies depending on format||lonefrontranger|
Jun 1, 2001 1:13 PM
|- Road bike, passing an obvious uber-roadie (racer or super fast type): "Good morning / afternoon" while I'm far enough back for them to decide whether to paceline or just drop my sorry tush.
- Road bike, passing a newbee, tourist or rec rider: polite "on your left" or "bike back", depends on their squirrel factor.
- Cross bike: "ding, ding" (bell) especially on the bike path. Don't tend to do this to the uber-roadies as it merely p*sses them off, will resort to prior tactic.
- MTB: "squeaka-squeaka" Sharkey my squeaky toy shark mojo effectively handles anything that can be dished out, and even tends to defuse "passing wars" in races (maybe it's just too embarrasing getting passed by some loser with a squeaky toy?) On long downhills on multi-user offroad trails, Sharkey is also a good anti-stealth mechanism, since he tends to comment on the bump factor. Keeps me from startling hikers, joggers, etc... , although I am pretty careful not to bomb blind turns.
|lemee get this straight: You have a squeek toy AND a bell bell?||128|
Jun 1, 2001 1:53 PM
|on the bike? I'm intrigued. Can you expand on this "squeeky" toy a little...? My imagination is running amok...:)
|different bikes - I go THREE ways||lonefrontranger|
Jun 1, 2001 2:28 PM
|for all of us out there who go both ways, there are always some who refuse to choose.
The bell is on my Redline cyclocross bike. I race 'cross, but I also use it as a commuter during the summer, so I need bike path ammo.
Sharkey the squeakie is on my Klein MTB. Looks like the shark in Toy Story, which is why I got him. Little rubber squeak toy about the size of a small rubber duckie, makes the same kind of noise. They put 'em on kids bikes at my old LBS.
If it makes you feel any better, I'm gonna put Trick Topz on my Zipp 404s when I get my Colnago built. They're those little valve cap mojos the BMX kids put on their wheels (along with 2" diameter grind pegs they'll never use, but I digress). I got skulls. (I got skillz, too, but that's a different thread).
|Oh well, I can only go for two...||128|
Jun 1, 2001 2:45 PM
|MTB and Road that is.
Sounds like some fun stuff you got going on there, really.
And yes, I feel much better now that your trickin out the Zipps.
Just one more thing, seriously; are you using the word 'mojo' like 'things', or 'ffnurbles' or'nubbies?'...I only ask b/c what i know as mojo is the thing you got going on when it's all coming your way, or what you throw up when you need to deflect some negative vibration, for which you'll often use a filter to protect innocent bystanders. Catching this? Now dial me in to your mojo if you please...
Jun 2, 2001 12:24 AM
|mojo had some odd usage around the dirtheads I used to ride with, I'll grant you that. They did indeed use the term "mojo" to indicate the little chatchkies they put on their bikes to add personality / individuality / style and general good karma (i.e. mojo) to their ride. However, it's a dual entendre, as the mojo you incur from having a great mojo on your bike dials you for that sweet epic ride you've been jonesing for all week in the cube farm. Dig?
Another friend, non-bike-related, had a little gnome glued to his dash that he called his "parking mojo". Meant he always got a great parking space on campus. Seemed to work, anyhow.
|Japanese Kitchen Gods||mike mcmahon|
Jun 2, 2001 6:59 AM
|The parking gnome reminded me of a story I recently heard about Japanese "kitchen gods." I don't remember what they were called in Japanese. Anyhow, they are supposed to bring good luck to the kitchen, ensuring that food stays fresh, meals don't burn, etc. I really could use something like that for my bike to keep away buses, potholes, car dogs, angry pit bulls, and flats.|
Jun 4, 2001 10:18 PM
|You read Terry Pratchett at all? A pet theme of his is that small gods abound everywhere (the Oh God of Hangovers, ferinstance). All they need is a believer and they'll hang around indefinitely. Which may not be a good thing (the Oh God of Hangovers, ferinstance).
Have heard about the Japanese kitchen gods, seem to recall they are "omi" or something like that. All I have in my kitchen right now is some dried-up wasabe.
|small gods||mike mcmahon|
Jun 4, 2001 10:42 PM
|Yeah, I don't work too far from Little Tokyo in downtown LA, so I'm going to have to head over there on a lunch break and find one of the little "omi" or whatever they're called. Dried up wasabe's a bummer; I don't know if it can be brought back to life with a little water. Dang, I'm getting a craving for a salmon-skin handroll. Fortunately, I've kept the hangovers and their gods at bay for the past few years. They used to be on me like stink on poop most days of the week.
P.S. Found a nice (and sorely needed) pair of needle-nose pliers in the gutter on ride on Sunday. Some kind of tool god must be smiling on me.
Jun 4, 2001 6:38 AM
|Cube farm! HA!
Yeah, I'm down with all that.
Love your stuff, and all the best mojo to ya, or away, depending on which way you're rolling...
|you're killing me||Haiku d'état|
Jun 1, 2001 2:53 PM
|I want little balloons!||128|
Jun 1, 2001 2:57 PM
|you're killing me||lonefrontranger|
Jun 1, 2001 11:07 PM
|No. Way. No freakin way. I have never seen ANY roadie use these before. Most roadies don't know how to pronounce BMX.
Mine are chrome-look. In my opinion these are the perfect touch for a pimped-out Colnago Dream LX14 (yellow/orange) with full Record 10 and Zipps. Now if I could only get Trialtir to send the daggone frame. They had it, said they shipped it - god I hope those gorillas at UPS didn't do anything foul.
|Here's how we do it in Reno, Nevada:||cory|
Jun 4, 2001 10:53 AM
|You get your very expensive bicycle, and you get your color-coordinated pro-jersey riding outfit, and you get your matching Darth Vader helmet and your color-coordinated gloves, and you get on the riverfront bike path with all the pedestrians and strollers and kids with training wheels and old people with walkers and canes, and you hammer about 26 mph, never saying a word to anybody, brushing them back if they don't see you coming and jump out of your way.
Or if you don't like the path, you get all the same stuff, going for the dark end of your clothing spectrum if you'll be riding at dusk, and you find a two-lane mountain road and you go three or four abreast going up, so the cars can't get by you, and when you pass a casual cyclist, you come as close to him as you can, so he wobbles onto the shoulder. Above all, you never acknowledge the presence of other beings on the path or the road. Never wave, never say, "Nice day for a ride," never stop to help a novice with a flat tire or an equipment problem. These people aren't Serious Cyclists, and so are beneath your notice.
Then you complain because people are hostile to bicycles.
Sorry, but I went for a long, slow ride with a non-cycling friend this weekend. You know, a lot of roadies really ARE buttholes.