Back in the day I had a humor blog that was fairly popular (oh shut up, it was). Well, sometimes at work when I get bored I go back and read some of my old posts, and most of the time I cringe at what I had written. It was one of those blogs where I would comment on the minutia of daily life and blah, blah, blah. But today, I stumbled upon a great post. Not because of how entertaining it was, but because of the subject matter. Here’s an excerpt, from 11/10/08:
I just don’t like bikes. I don’t get them.
I don’t get riding “for the fun of it” and I certainly don’t get riding for competition or exercise. As far as I’m concerned Lance Armstrong is a complete idiot.
Riding a bike always ends the same way for me: I end up getting bored and thinking, “Well, there’s an hour of my life I’ll never get back.”
When I was a kid the only way I could be coaxed into riding bikes is if we played Top Gun and I could put a baseball card in the spoke so it made that annoying engine sound. Looking back, I don’t know why my fighter jet required a motorcycle-like sound to function, but back then it was imperative for me.
I didn’t like bikes then and as I’ve aged I still have never developed that love for bikes that most people seem to have.
When someone asks me now if I have a bike and then says, “Don’t you just love riding?” I always shrug my shoulders and reply, “I gotta tell you, I really don’t. I’d just rather not do it, so let’s just forget the whole thing.”
I’ll walk and I’ll run, but biking is out of the question. If I wanted to be bored, I’d watch the Food Network.
Funny how much things change, huh?
Lance Armstrong (via fatguylittlebike)
I’m not even going to make a joke about his ball.
Okay people, feedback time. Where do you stand on the issue of alerting another biker that you’re about to pass him/her? When I first started riding regularly about seven months ago, I never did. This is because one time a guy passed me and yelled out “on your left” before doing so and it enraged me. But I’m willing to bet this isn’t the typical response because, for reasons unknown, I have the emotional maturity of a 15 year-old when it comes to anything sports-related or physical activity.
Lately however, when I do go to pass someone, I’ve been yelling out before I do. And actually on my way home last night, going up the Manhattan Bridge, a guy thanked me for alerting him that I was about to pass him. So! Where do you stand on this? Do you alert bikers before you pass? If not, does it annoy you when someone does this to you? If all of you alert and no one finds it annoying I think I can safely say I have some unresolved issues from my childhood. I bet it has something to do with being forced to play soccer. All I ever wanted was the orange slices during halftime, but no! I had to run around too.