This is serious, people. I hope you’re sitting down. Really. Sit down. Not a half sit. A real sit. Both cheeks. If you’re reading this on your phone, put the phone away and wait until you are sitting behind a computer like a civilized person.
Ready? Deep breath.
I have it on the excellent authority of my French friend Anne that that this is what a bidon looks like, not this.
I told you to sit down. My initial reaction was one of defiance and disbelief. I even suggested that I understood Le Langue du Peloton better than she does. In her infinite grace and my infinite obtuseness and ever-increasing volume, she almost conceded this as a possible explanation to this ground-rattling revelation.
There is something seriously fishy going on in this here petri dishy if what we as a collective of Cyclists – even those in France – have referred to as bidons are actually giant plastic jugs that are more commonly strapped to backs of Jeeps and motos than bicycles. Maybe we would take a bidon in the car to the start of a big ride, to fill up what we should probably be calling une gourde. Madness.
Cornered, I sought the advice of my good friend William, who represents one half of both Pavé Cycling Classics and Malteni Beer. He replied with his usual delicacy and the natural charm that I assume made him a good sprinter:
Tell her to fuck off. Was she born in the 50’s? For fuck’s sake. We haven’t called them gourdes since before the war when they were metal and were stopped up with corks. For fuck’s sake.
The only conclusion I can come to is that when the plastic bottle was introduced, some bright spark called it a bidon half as a pisstake and half as a way to distinguish this novelty from the traditional bar-mounted bottle. And we’ve been confusing the non-Cycling French population ever since.
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@PantaniForever
Good god, if you are going to use boring crutch drugs, at least brew your own. The world is a shittier place with the same three chains on every corner around the globe.
@girl
Also going to use that one on my boys at the diner table tonight!
@pistard
Tout à fait. C'est évident.
And, mes amis, it's "gilet," not "gillet."
Sometimes native speakers of a particular language are the worst people to ask about the nuances of that language. For them the language is set in stone and not fluid and constantly evolving as it in fact is.
Bidon has its origins in old Norse and most likely entered the French language through the Scandinavian settlement of NW France. That was quite a long time ago, but the word likely survived in the regional dialect for some time before becoming part of the language of cycling.
@jimmy
+1 badge you, matey! Classic!
@Ron
This!
@DavyMuur
There it is.
https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/bidon#Etymology_2
Thank you William. Finally a voice of reason in this unreasonable world.
If your bike looks like these (or your name is Fausto Coppi ... these are his bikes), then you can call it a bidon. Otherwise, it's just a f*ing water bottle FFS!