5$ flea market find, Braun mini hairdryer still in the box with instructions, carrying bag are warranty card.
So jealous of this find, and I know someone who will be even more green with envy.
(Source: solestruckshoes)
“The 110, that’s gangsta traffic right there…”
That’s what Chris asked me today, as we rode head first into the tail end of the remains of hurricane Katia. That makes it actually seem more dramatic than it was, the winds weren’t anywhere near as bad as yesterday, but we’re still talking around 20mph, with stronger gusts. Obviously though we don’t have weather like today’s every time we meet up for a midweek ride.
My only response was that it must be down to our differing riding styles. I have a penchant for lumpy rides. I don’t quite put myself down as a grimpeur, I’m not that skinny and fast up hills though. I am however not a rouleur, unlike Chris. So the fact that when we meet up we tend to push each other on our weaknesses adds to the pain at the end. I think it’s probably magnified by our shared love for pushing the big gears, not the smoothest method of riding, but sure as hell the way to feel the ride.
Today’s ride exemplified our rides, undulating but with plenty of gradual and fast downhill segments, where the power of a rouleur comes to the fore. No real long steep climbs, but a fair few lumpy hill climbs to power out of the saddle up. So that’s why our midweek rides are so hellish.
Amon Tobin’s album ISAM is a bit of a departure from previous albums, and this video trailer for the live show suggests quite an innovative experience.
There is one stereotypical idea about cyclists that I presently definitely don’t tick the box of, that is shaven legs. Those that know me will know that I don’t lack for hair. That probably makes it more surprising that I chose cycling, and in the past swimming, as sports to take part in. After all both sports have a reputation of hairless participants. So I decided that maybe I should finally embrace the shaven legs of cyclists, however I’ve came across a stumbling block, my better half.
The irony of this is that for years my hirsute nature has been decried by many, I’ve been persuaded to shave and wax my chest. Some for comedy effect and once to help a friend, it’s a weird and long winded story that I’m not writing here. So anyway the reasoning behind this boycott of shaven calves was due to the fact that my legs would look womanly in a hairless state. I’d hope not, I mean riding thousands of miles every year has surely had an effect on making my legs look far feminine. I won’t even get into cultural theories.
I will however leave you with this article by Michael Barry on this subject.
Pass me the Bic.