|My neighbors must think I'm nuts...||biknben|
Jun 8, 2001 1:19 PM
|I live in a townhouse neighborhood so I'm pritty close to my neighbors. It's hard not to notice what they are doing when you're so close to one another. Lately I've been wondering what they must think of me and my riding habbits. Between mountain biking, road riding, towing my kid around in a trailer, my neighbors see me more on a bike than on foot.
Yesterday morning I put the Road bike on the roof and met people for a group ride. Later that day, I put my "B" moutain bike on to go watch the First Union Classic Race (I live outside of Trnton, NJ). I came home feeling lazy and left the bike on the roof all night. I wake up this morning, unload the "B" bike and load the "A" mountain bike for a MTB ride. Now I'm about to load the road bike again and meet up with another group ride (yes, 2 rides in one day). This doesn't even mention early rides, late rides, night rides, or rain rides.
Even I'm beginning to think this is strange behavior. When recently introduced to a neighbor they said, "Nice to meet you...Not out for a bike ride?"
Not that it matters what they think but I laugh trying to read their minds.
|Wow, wish I could get that kind of ride time in (nm)||seth1|
Jun 8, 2001 2:00 PM
|If you REALLY want them to think you're nuts...||MrCelloBoy|
Jun 8, 2001 2:04 PM
|Shave half of your beard off (in a vertical orientation) or grow half a beard by only shaving half your face for the next few weeks.
Either they'll ask you if you got a haircut recently, or they'll give you a bit wider berth.
|Or roll out in a wheelchair to mount your bike at the curb!! (nm||128|
Jun 8, 2001 2:35 PM
|Don't worry, my neighbors think the same thing||Biff|
Jun 10, 2001 9:34 AM
|The neighbors always see me carrying my multigeared mountain bike, my single speed mountain bike, my road bike, and my cyclocross (commuting) bike up and down the stairs. I'm sure to them it looks like I don't do anything else.|
|Similar experience, different place||mike mcmahon|
Jun 10, 2001 5:49 PM
|I used to live in a part of L.A. where a lot of people in the entertainment business work. It was a mix of high-density rental units, houses, high-rise buildings, strip malls, and bars and restaurants. I typically didn't get any strange looks when I was mounting up for my morning rides at 7:00-8:00 a.m. because about 98.7% of the population in this this area was still asleep. However, coming home at 11:00 or 12:00 was a different matter. This was when most of the folks were rousing and were just emerging from their residences, hung-over with a cup of coffee and a smoke, to pick up their copy of Daily Variety. They looked at me like I was an alien invader. The few people who did seem to work out in the neighborhood were the types who would drive their brand-new Porshes three blocks to the trendy gym to spend 15 minutes on the Stairmaster and another hour or so in the juice bar checking out the "action." It seems they didn't know working out outdoors was a possibility.|| |