Teepz be staight illing and steezing nowadays
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Apparently this jersey has alienated a large number Dutch and Belgian cyclists. In English vleeseter means meat eater not cannibal and is obliquely a reference to Faema which was a meat packing company. Vegetarianism isn’t the issue as much as how tacky and insulting it comes off. They don’t have any problem putting Paul Smith’s name on a garment but they do have one with paying to use the names or trademarks associated with the very much alive greatest cyclist in the history of the sport in their tribute. Rightly so they are doubly offended by idiot Americans rolling around in the cycling equivalent of a Japanese tattoo that means nothing near what the person thinks. Would you buy a jersey with large letters spelling out MEAT EATER in English or a FAEMA reproduction?
…and ugly to boot.
Yeah, I know the molteni jersey is classic and you can’t straight rip it, but I would expect better than that from them. Guess they are all paneled like that.
lol on text translation though.
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^awesome. Love it when somebody has some real deal adversity and they are just like “Fuck it, I’m gonna do this shit anyway”
Yeah. We do some work for a local non profit that does racing wheelchairs and hand cycle stuff for disabled folks and they train in the park near my house. Always makes me feel good to see them out there doing the same stuff I do regardless of adversity. Plus we get to glue some weird ass tubular tires 20x.75 tubular to a 16 hole racing wheelchair front wheel with a TINY little Phil Wood hub and zipp disc wheel chair wheels. Feels good man.
Heading Out by wheehamx, on Flickr
The Claustrophobic cyclist by wheehamx, on Flickr
not sure where else to put this, but fucking cool
It is and it is what I started this thread for.
A PSA from the “No fenders, no friends” initiative
“Have a good ride?”
“Hmm, it’s was okay…”
“Where did you go?”
“Oh, only up there, round there, across there and down there.”
“Anything happen?”
“Not really, it was just a ride.”
“Oh.”
There always seems to be a certain level of disappointment from others when they discover your few hours out on a bike were just a ride. The lexicon of cycling has become so bloated with tales of daring do and awesomeness, formidable elements perpetually battled against and giants of cols eternally defeated by insignificant yet tenacious men that the ordinary has become almost pointless. To further fluff up the banal there are the tiresome Strava conquests, the personal bests, the medals for mediocrity and the files downloaded to impress. If that’s not enough then a million nothings happening every mile are socially shared in a thousand ways, divulged and spewed and empty noise spread loud and thin.
Just riding a bike writes in white.
The simple act of cycling has been hijacked by artfully unshaven men looking painfully into a drizzly black and white middle-distance, a 60 mile sportive is billed as Epic and no ride is worthy of regard unless there’s been Suffering, even indoors. The rhetoric has got out of hand as a modest pleasure has been appropriated, chewed up and marketed to sex up an overweight middle-aged man so he feels more worthwhile heaving puffy up a hill, to the point now that if none of that heroic hyperbole happens, if nothing of note unraveled during a ride and no teeth had to be gritted then it really doesn’t count.
Forget spinning along to clear the head, to work off that little bit of cake, to earn that bit of cake, even just enjoying the sunshine or simply to get out the house, none of these matter any more. Where’s the anguished hurt?
All you need is Just A Ride. Sometimes.
Pretty sure I understand that post and I agree.
Cycling Cap Tutorial from Paul Overton on Vimeo.
