Monday, January 25, 2010

Lord of the Chain-rings: Fellowship of the Fixie

As predicted, my ride on Saturday found me in the midst of a steady downpour of ice-cold rain 20 miles south of town.  I was so cold after that ride, that the GEEC and I went to Schnucks to buy ingredients for some potato and leek soup.  While there, however, we had a Lord of the Rings (LOTR) encounter.  Such moments do not happen frequently, and the last one I had was when I encountered a client at work this past summer who was wearing flip flops which revealed feet hairier than Sam Gamgee's.


This encounter was entirely different though and involved the GEEC and I seeing Boromir and Aragon buying some pork chops at the Schnuck's meat counter.  Thankfully, the GEEC had her camera with her and was able to snap a couple of paparazzi-style photos of the two LOTR warriors stocking up on much-needed provisions for their long journey ahead.  Godspeed, you two.  May your blades taste the blood of many orcs....

But Sunday's sunshine more than made up for Saturday's rain, and I might have actually made a little Vitamin D for the first time in weeks as I rode.  I don't make a habit of it, but while riding this weekend, I had my ipod with me.  I know it's unsafe, and as a general rule of thumb, I would prefer to listen to the sweet sounds of nature while I ride.  It's when those sounds are muffled by the relentless creaking of my carbon frame reminding me of the thick layer of blubber I've added over the winter that I start to contemplate drowning out the sound with some Jane's Addiction, much as I would crank the car radio to mask the roaring sound that the hole in my muffler causes.  And I must admit, I cannot deny the ironic effect of Perry Farrell telling me to "Stop" that makes me want to "Go!" which comes in quite handy when the headwind is coming out of the NW at 20 mph.  And let's face it, even in the absence of real music, who amongst us doesn't have an internal soundtrack playing while we are riding, as though we were in some Rapha ad, where all the roads are cobbled and precipitous and in grainy black and white.

You can practically hear Carmina Burana if you stare at this picture for any length of time.

Music piped through ipod ear buds, or coming from one's internal soundsystem seems to be a reasonable method by which to seek musical inspiration.  Apparently, this is not sufficient for some cyclists, however, who must take part in the act of having themselves filmed while riding and overlay this footage with some kind of soundtrack, marketing the final product as a "documentary".  As we discussed before, whereas cycling itself is largely enjoyable and can, upon occasion feel epic in a very private sense, watching non-professional cyclists ride bicycles who are trying to emote 'epicness' is boring.  Add in a soundtrack and depending on the choice of music, it becomes as irritating as a squeak in your Look pedals. 

And with that, I bring you the new video entitled Paris-Chartres from Julien Rideau who "documented" the Rock'n'Rollin' Fixie Riders Club cyclists as they travelled by fixed gear bicycle, yes you guessed it, across the French countryside from Paris to Chartres.  Like most stories, this one is about a journey.  And I cannot help but notice the similarities this rag-tag bunch of cycling renegades shares with the aforementioned members of the Fellowship of the Ring as they make their way from The Shire-esque comfort of Paris across the wilds of Middle Earth.

Our journey begins in the early morning hours, under the cover of darkness.  Our heroes stock up on provisions for the long road ahead....

In this scene, one of the Fixie Fellowship buys a box of prophylactics, as he's heard that the elves of Chartres are easy, but not so clean.

Then we are introduced to the main character of the story.  He is nameless, but clearly carries a heavy burden.  Is it the heavy burden of a metaphorical ring?

Alas, no.  It is a physical handicap which makes him wear his helmet on the back of his head.  Sadly, it appears as though our would-be Frodo is hydrocephalic as can be seen in this photo-analysis, with his helmet perched on his gargantuan head like a dixie cup poised on a bowling ball.


As the sun rises, bladders full of mead and Virenque energy drink must be emptied.

Much like the music featured in the LOTR trilogy, which combined both classical scores as well as songs sung by popular artists, so too does this documentary mix musical genres.  As such, immediately following this image of raw and unflinching urination, the soundtrack changes from an ambient instrumental score to feature the unforgettable "She's Like the Wind" sung by Patrick Swayze....it is the first (and best) of four 'wind'-themed songs which comprise the remainder of the soundtrack.

And as the cyclists continue on their journey, the camera bears witness to the special armor each rider wears to protect them.  No, these adventurers do not wear enchanted chain-mail made in the mines of the dwarf-kings, but rather thongs made of Parisien silk, each adorned with an amulet of their protector, Jerry Lewis.


Our heroes stop for lunch....a meal of steak and French fries.  But they are confused by a food which possesses a French name, yet is American. 


Treachery, it seems, lies around every corner.  And exactly like Tolkein's famous Fellowship, betrayal by one of the circle of friends is suspected!

It seems as though Fred is trying to change the maps!!  And our hydrocephalic hero is dumbstruck.....his helmet removed, his stocking hat barely able to squeeze on his engorged cranium....he is confused and speaks nonsensically.


And while the Fellowship teeters on the brink of disbanding, a lecherous Gollum-esque figure appears and shows interest in the heroes' quest...

What becomes of our Fixie Fellowship?  Well, before night falls they arrive safely in Chartres, across an ancient bridge which possesses no guard rails....

I was hoping for a Monty Python ending, myself.....something rather like this.

But then I remembered that this was a French film.....c'est la vie.....maybe if the foot was hairy, though....

Pedal on!

Friday, January 22, 2010

Dear PooBah: Friday Mail....special Gargoyle edition.

I am haunted by gargoyles. 

Gargoyles that have mystical powers of thwarting my best laid plans.  There is no other explanation.  Case in point.  Last weekend was a three-day weekend if your place of employment honors MLK day like mine did.  The weather, as you know, was freezing fog. The riding; slightly more enjoyable than having my scrotum plucked.  Tuesday, I was back at work with precious little time to ride, and what happened?  The weather broke.  Patches of sun, with warmer temperatures.  By Wednesday, we were in the midst of a tropical heat wave, with sun, blue skies, balmy temperatures and dry pavement.  I sat and observed it from inside the asylum I refer to as my job.  And the gargoyles in the heavens, who parted the clouds, giggled.  As we approach the weekend, my weather obsession once again, begins to ramp up, and as I look into that magic 8-ball that weather.com has become to me, I see this.


I can practically feel the warmth of their rotten gargoyle breath on the back of my neck from the peels of their laughter as they look over my shoulder at the forecast on my screen. My gargoyles live with me year-round but are especially excitable during periods of cabin fever.....And they are invisible to all but me.  I have discussed them at length with the GEEC, but she thinks I'm crazy....."There are no cosmic forces at work against you," she says as I spill a venti cinnamon dolce latte in my crotch.  The heat of it initially feels good, until the scalding, burning sensation takes over.  I feel like Mr. Robert Wilson as he tries to fly home from a sanitarium where he just spent the previous 6 months recovering from a nervous breakdown in the Twighlight Zone episode called Nightmare at 20,000 Feet.

Not seen it?  Nevermind......I'm not surprised.  My gargoyles are my own - no one else can see them.  I alone bear witness to their scheming.  No one was there to see me try to drink from my frozen bottle while riding last weekend, only to have the plastic literally split in half within my squeezing hand, thus showering my face and chest with ice cold water.  I looked over my shoulder to see if they were on their bikes behind me, smiling with the smug satisfaction of possums sniffing shit.

And with that dear readers, I bring you another installment of Friday Mail.  Have a good weekend, and should you hear the flutter of wings, and the gnashing of talons behind you, do not fear.  They are not hunting you.....I am forever their prey.  Rest assured, they will find me with a pinch flat in the midst of a downpour on Saturday and will ensure that the GU gel I'm about to ingest is rancid and will give me the galloping trots for the remainder of the weekend.

Dear PooBah:
I am loving the Tour Down Under!  Did you see this photo of Allan Davis playing with a baby wallby and kangaroo?
Mike R.

Mike-
Yup, I sure did.  There is a saying that goes "A fed animal is a dead animal."  This just refers to the fact that if you feed wild animals, then they may lose the drive to fend for themselves, and thus have a poor quality of life.  Therefore, by feeding kangaroos, you are actually not allowing them to pursue the call of nature.....But then again, kangaroos might be different....


Dear PooBah,
I used to be a junkie and my life was a waste.  But then I bought a bike, which allowed me to start riding to my religious services regularly and I've completely turned my life around....I just want all of your readers to know that cycling and the good word can work miracles!
Thanks!
Damien M.


Damien -
Fantastic news.....As a fixie rider, I bet you can bust some sweet tricks.  And I also see that you've got quite the spoke card collection.  I've got an idea.  I'm going to send you this new spoke card....put this in your wheel the next time you are hanging with your boyz and when it bursts into flames, pop a mad wheelie....it will be epic.


Dear PooBah-
Can you settle a bet for me?  Which cyclist has the best mane of all time?  Cipo?
Thanks!
Cyndi P.

Cyndi -
Not even close.....I'm calling a tie between Roberto Gaggioli and Laurent Brochard.





Dear PooBah:
I'm entering my first road race this spring and because I don't belong to a team, I don't know what to wear.  If I wear my replica Team Discovery pro kit, I'm going to be accused of being a poseur.  If I wear my Pink Floyd jersey, I'm going to be accused of being a Fred.  If I just wear a plain jersey, I'm going to look like a complete amateur.  Do you have any advice?
Yours -
Sheldon H.

Shel-
Several things to realize.  You are in a no-win situation.  No matter what you show up in, you will be laughed at, either blatantly or privately, but more likely, both.  Welcome to the wonderful world of cycling.  Secondly, it's best to realize now that you are all three of those things....a poseur, a Fred, and an amateur.  So am I.  This is our lot in life.  Tough titty.  So, my best advice for being in a situation in which any decision is bad, is to go in deeper....all the way.  Don't be afraid of the Fred.  Embrace the Fred.  Be the Fred, Sheldon.  And remember this....."Do or do not.....there is no try".



Pedal on!

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Helmets: Unnecessary accessibility

We spoke yesterday about the fact that "looking good" and "being good" is not the same thing.  But, at least all things considered as such still look good.  That's something, at least.  But far too frequently, there are those items which neither look good nor serve a purposeful function, and one has to question if necessity is really the mother of invention....But no doubt, these things are born out of the attempt to make their use more accessible.

Take this series of photos of a new bike helmet a reader sent me:

I have no idea from whence this came, and therefore I give myself the right to do some promotional marketing for it.  As you can see, it appears to be a collapsible helmet.  With a couple of quick motions, our young female cyclist draws the banana-shaped object from her purse and pops it open to reveal a helmet-esque device, which she then dons, lickety-split.  With such foldable headgear, the great dilemma of having to suffer the indignity of hearing the phrase, "Is that a bicycle helmet in your purse, or are you just happy to see me?" is solved.  Of course the greater dilemmas that result are that #1) should this young lass fall on her noggin while riding this piece of origami, she's likely to bust her skull, and #2) the deep red color of this particular melon-lid, paired with her pink shirt makes this woman look like a penis.


But I think the penis has probably served as the natural design inspiration for this helmet:  Shrink it down when not in use, puff it up when it's business time.  And apparently there is a desire for such things as I also stumbled upon this one. Called the 'Tattoo', this, too, is a helmet which is able to be flaccid-ized for transport purposes, and then assembles into a rigid shape once the need arises....aka business time.

Unlike the Penis helmet, the Tattoo doesn't make this cyclist appear phallic, but does make her look a little like that hot chick from the 80's anime cartoon, G-Force: Battle of the Planets......

Ok, maybe not that much....


But if not looking  like the one-eyed wrestler while wearing your helmet is of dire concern, then you should take a look at Ecouterre.com's line of bicycle head gear.  They are so supersensitive of the penile-associated helmet appearance that the gallery of their products is actually titled: 

"Finally! Bike Helmets That Don't Make You Look Like a Dork!"

Unfortunately, they follow that up with this photograph, and all credibility is lost.

And these other fine examples don't help their cause.




Of obvious importance here, is that any bicycle helmet purchased and worn, should meet the minimum safety requirements set forth by the Consumer Product Safety Commission.  Not wearing a bicycle helmet can lead to brain damage or worse.  As a public service announcement, I've included a video below that demonstrates the kind of debilitating brain injury that can result from NOT wearing a helmet and the effect this may have on cycling abilities.  WARNING:  This video contains graphic material which may not be suitable for everyone.


Sad, I know.  Don't let this happen to you.....

Pedal on!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Motivation through criticism: Shit beer and nipple massages

As I was finishing my ride on Sunday, I passed through downtown and happened upon this fixie on the south end of 9th street.


What you can't appreciate from this photo is the sticker that is adorning the top tube, which I've magnified below for your benefit.


Coincidentally or not, the campaign sticker promoting Sarah Palin in 2012 is perched just above a dual water bottle configuration that is equally as baffling to me as Mrs. Palin's potential presidential candidacy. As you can see, the top water bottle is positioned so close to the head tube that the cyclist was unable to get the  bottle out of the cage, and thus left it hanging half in and half out.  Thus, the bottle has the appearance of being potentially useful, but upon closer inspection, is entirely useless, thus once again bringing me to the 'Sarah Palin as President' analogy.  Looking good and being good isn't the same thing.

But surely I should ease up on  Mrs. Palin, not because I don't think she would do a good job, but rather because I wouldn't want any ribbing to somehow actually encourage her to run for office again.  Criticism has a way of fueling certain peoples' motivational fires.  Bearing this in mind, I was quite perplexed when I read the following on cyclingnews.


The Saxo Bank Team owner and former Tour de France champion was first quoted as saying "I am deeply impressed by what he delivered last year.  It was beautiful and deserves great respect....I think he can do well....."  And about this point, one can sense a 'but' on its way larger than that female gymnast's became after she won the gold medal in China...


"...but it will be difficult for him to get on the podium,  So he must really do much better, and I do not think he can.  He is getting older......He must pull himself together to make the top-five."

So what, we must ask, would prompt Riis, to smack the hornets' nest that is Lance Armstrong's motivational engine?  Is this some kind of reverse psychology or does he really believe LA is over the proverbial Alpe D'Huez?  Well, there is some evidence that LA might be past his competitive prime...The GEEC pointed this out to me a couple nights ago while she was reading Women's Health magazine....


Titled "Leader of the Pack," this special 'exclusive' Q and A interview with Armstrong is actually an advertisment for Michelob ULTRA.  The third question of the "interview" reads:

Q: How does Michelob ULTRA fit into your balanced lifestyle?
A: I am a guy who enjoys going out and pushing myself to the limit.  That could mean a 6-hour bike ride or a 2-hour gym session.  Whatever the activity, I enjoy the rewards of a hard workout.

The implication being that after a hard training ride, Lance gathers with his group of demographically accurate racially diverse friends, as seen here, and cracks a nice cold bottle of watered down piss Michelob ULTRA.


I think Riis must be right.  He has got to pull himself together....

Evidence suggests LA is trying to center himself and focus on the future, however.  Apparently, his motivational drive is no longer fueled by refuting criticism and welling anger, but rather by deep, mammary massages.  Look out Schleck boys.....



Pedal on!

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Scratching and barking: The road season begins

The folks at weather.com just straight up lied to us about the weather this past weekend.  What were supposed to be partly sunny days in the low 40's ended up being three consecutive days of a severe weather advisory based on the threat of freezing fog.  I can attest to the following things.  There was fog.  And it was freezing.  More specifically, my left ball to my right.

But with all the excitement of the return of pro-road racing, how could I resist not getting out there myself, despite how truly miserable I was.  One might think the exciting PRO road racing I'm speaking of is the Tour Down Under, and the return of epic battles between Armstrong and Evans, the introduction of an all-new powerhouse Team Sky, the re-formed BMC squad complete with both a world Champion and US Champion, and the debut of Team SHACK.  But you would be wrong on all counts.  The real story of the day is the Chicken!

No - not that Chicken.  I'm talking about the return of Michael Rasmussen, aka "the Chicken", to professional racing in Argentina at the Tour de San Luis.  In 2007 Rasmussen was fired by Team Rabobank while wearing the maillot jaune in the Tour de France because of numerous doping suspicions and curious absences in the weeks leading up to the tour. One would expect the return of any shamed cyclist to be a humble one, but this chicken apparently has talons that even Napolean Dynamite would fear as humility isn't quite the correct term to describe how he feels about his one-year contract with Italian team Miche.

"I had hoped to return to a higher level than this, but there is so much hypocrisy in cycling now, it was not possible." Rasmussen told the Danish daily Politiken, as written in VeloNews.  He goes on to say in another article "...for the team (Miche), they might have bigger options and different possibilities by signing me, it might open a few more doors in some senses.  That is why they are here (at the Tour de San Luis), they got the invitation because of me."


Henry Ford once said, "Business is never so healthy as when, like a chicken, it must do a certain amount of scratching for what it gets."  Scratch away Chicken, scratch away.

Someone who is not scratching these days is Andy Schleck, who was recently asked by Oakley to try out some new sunglasses for the day.  Cyclingnews just so happened to catch up with him and take multiple photographs of the session in which Kiko Garcia of Oakley asked for feedback from Andy and Frank on the prototype shades for this year's season.









And if the Chicken is scratching and the Shlecks are thieving, we need look no further than World Champion Cadel Evans to be positively barking.   If you've not heard, Cadel's motto has become "Don't stand on my dog!"   I'm a little worried about Cadel, honestly.  I visited his website shop to purchase my very own "Don't stand on my dog!" T-shirt, and found a picture of him modelling the shirt.



And when he arrived in Adelaide the other day to start the Tour Down Under, he was wearing the exact same thing, hat and bracelet included.  If you're not familiar with the "Don't stand on my dog" reference, you can read about it here.



Good to see he still has his sense of humor this season though!

Pedal on!

Friday, January 15, 2010

Dear PooBah: Late Edition (but BAD ASS!)

I just checked the weather for the weekend and this is what it showed:

This makes me positively giddy with the prospect of getting some long rides in this weekend.  Perhaps not as giddy as the gentleman in this photo, however, who took a picture of his bike for fixedgeargallery.com and inadvertently captured his own shadow revealing how he pays homage to his faux wood Velocity Deep V's and gold-colored cranks.  Yes, my friend, you keep on rocking your bad-ass self.



And with that, I bring you this special edition of BAD-ASS themed Friday mail.  Let's get it on!

Dear PooBah:
Check out the latest trend in fixies!  I'm totally ahead of the curve on this one.
Yours -
Delmar H.



Delmar-
Congrats!  You've clearly taken fixies to a new level.  With the trend of ever shortening handlebars and the absence of brakes, what is the need for a fork or even front wheel?  This is fixed gear cycling as it was always intended...I mean, just look at the simplicity of that ride. A piece of minimalistic art...By the way, your seat's too low.


Dear PooBah,
Can you please take a look at the configuration of my ride?  I seem to get some thigh chafing on the left side from my tob tube.  Not sure how to avoid this...Any thoughts?  Thanks, man!
Robert P.


Dear Robert-
Hmmmmm this is a tough one.  I tell you - my best guess is that your seat is just a tad too low.....not TOO terribly much....but just a fuzz.  Try raising it like a centimeter tops!  You might also try removing the magazine from the tob-tube mounted Tommy gun while your ride.  I doubt this will make any difference - but it's something you might think about.

Hey PooBah-
The next time you are in Southern Cali, you have to ride with the Chopaderos, Outlaw bicycle club!  We'll have a ride waiting for you...
Spike


Spike -
Way ahead of you man....I just ordered our intern Ricky to get a Chopaderos tattoo to show our support for your club! (P.S. - Your seat's too low.)


Dear PooBah-
What do you think of the crocheted frame cover I made for my bike?  I even knitted a little cozy for my Krypto lock I have on my handlebars.  Be honest - or else I will have to tie you up with my Golden Lasso of Truth (wink, wink, nudge, nudge).
Wonder Woman


WW-
I had no idea knitting was one of Wonder Woman's skills...I have to admit, back in the day, I had a wicked crush on Lynda Carter and wished I could slow down time when she used to spin around to magically transform whatever she happened to be wearing into her superhero uniform, just to get a little peeky.  Did you know she was supposed to be an Amazon?  I think you've definitely got that part covered.  By the way - your seat's too low.

Dear PooBah
I'm thinking of taking up road racing this season.  Do you think I'm ready?
Thanks-
Penelope H.


Penelope -
Well, I think you've got all the essentials covered....protective eyewear, breathable kit so your sweat will wick away quickly, jet propulsion and a BAD ASS attitude...what else could you need?  Seat's too low, though.

Have a great weekend everyone, and thanks as ever for reading!

Pedal on!

Thursday, January 14, 2010

29th place is the new "1st place"...

I've heard the saying that "2nd place is like being the first loser."  In fact, Heinrich Haussler of the Cervelo Test Team was quoted as saying this very thing after he lost the '09 edition of Milan-Sanremo by centimeters to Mark Cavendish as he lay on the pavement in the fetal position, in a puddle of his own sick.


This now infamous and heartwrenching scene has been recently recreated as a children's toy, so kids can also learn about the sting of being considered "the first loser." (Gawking bystanders are apparently sold separately.)


 If finishing 2nd is, in fact, like being the first loser, then I suppose finishing 29th is like being the 28th loser? I mention this because the Santos Tour Down Under is set to start in Australia on Tuesday.  And if you follow the link to the TDU's website, you will see the following as part of the site's header:


Customarily, the major Tours will use the previous year's winner, or perhaps a special jersey bearer, to promote the current edition of the race.  Thus, in the promos for 2010, one would think the Tour Down Under website's header would feature Australia's own Allan Davis, who not only finished first overall, but was 1st in points classifications, and won stages 2,4 and 5 of the 2009 race.  Oddly enough, this year, the organizers of the TDU have decided to break with tradition, and have used the individual who finished in 29th place.  Someone named Armstrong or something.  I, for one, fully support the use of less-accomplished riders to promote races, as it introduces us, the spectators, to individuals we may not have heard of before.  And perhaps it will build the self-esteem of all the losers (aka - anyone who didn't finish 1st).  After all, we really shouldn't be advocating the types of experiences poor Haussler had to go through.  If the Tour de France follows the lead of the TDU, then we can expect to see Christophe Moreau (no cycling slouch there) as this year's poster-boy of the French tour.


And the 2010 Giro d'Italia will have the face of none other than Thomas Rohregger, who finished 29th in 2009.



In a joint effort to promote Those Who Don't Finish First, the Versus channel is going to be airing a special on January 23rd in conjunction with their coverage of the Tour down Under, entitled Lance Armstrong: The Next Chapter.  The word "Next" in this case likely refers to the 30th chapter, but you get the inference.  I fully expect to see similar documentaries on Versus for Moreau and Rohregger for the other grand tours, and honestly, cannot wait.

So who am I pulling for in this year's TDU? Well, I sincerely hope someone on the new Footon-Servetto-Fuji squad will come in 29th....because I would LOVE to see one of these uniforms headlining the promotions for next year's race.  What says I'm the 28th loser better than wearing kit which makes you look like you were trampled naked by sasquatch?


Pedal on!