When I was but a young Velominatus, my poor mother was often horrified/embarrassed/disgusted by my typical boy’s habit of sucking back the mucous from the back of my throat and swallowing it… yes, I know, now you’re disgusted too. Taking me to seek a cure from the good Dr Edwards, he let her down somewhat with his prognosis that what I was doing was actually a good thing to clear the sinuses, yet suggested that swallowing was actually better replaced by spitting the gunk out. I claimed a moral victory over mum, as much as an eight year old can over their much wiser matriarch. And so I went through my youth and adolescence into my adult years reinforced with the belief that the guttural snorting and consequent ejection of my snot rockets was in fact something to be proud of and even healthy. Not that I flaunted it, but whenever a girlfriend, mate or colleauge would roll their eyes and declare what a pig I was, I could confidently refute their assertions with the endorsement of the good doctor. I really should have had him write me out a disclaimer note to produce on cue and validate my excuse, and pinned it to the nearest wall with a sticky green exclamation mark.
Of course, it’s not the kind of habit that one just practices whenever the need arises, and carefully timed and stealthily executed ejections became the order of the day. But whenever I got on my bike, the need to clear the passages became more evident and necessary, compounded by the deep breathing and extra work the lungs and throat were required to undertake. Riding a bike and spitting seem to go together like fucking and orgasms (I’m speaking for myself here, but you get my drift). It’s a ritual that is inherent in the ranks from the recreational rider through to the pros. But even among my riding peers, there are always those who share my mother’s view that I’m nothing more than a snot riddled pig and that I should just put up with the discomfort of limited oxygen transportation and the inconvenience of a throat/nose full of lung butter.
So through necessity I’ve been forced to develop over the years a series of methods and moves designed to lessen the impact on my fellow Velominati, and still allow me to keep operating efficiently. Here are some of my top snot tips for the mucously challenged Velominatus.
Just don’t let my mum see you.
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Thanks for this Brett. Just when the site looks to be ascending the intellectual ladder with bikelove and l'Heure philosophy, you bring it all back to base.
But I can totally relate to Boardman when I need to blow a snot rocket.
You must ask yourself two questions:
i) Is the snot well bonded enough to avoid a spray disaster?
and
ii) Will it release clean and straight so as to miss my thigh and arm?
And the answer to both must be "maybe".
I have never ejected anything into other than a crisply laundered handkerchief. I am a cyclist, but I am primarily a gentleman. Although some eastern cultures would regard even that action as akin to wiping one's arse and keeping the tissue to throw away later. Isn't diversity a wonderful thing?
Seems my poor mother's long suffering is continuing. I just got back from a mtb ride and was greeted with this email, which she asked to pass on to the community:
"Good grief, the things one's offspring remember and then feel compelled to write about.
I am holding my breath as I read this and trying not to gag. You must take after your Dad because I was berating him for doing the same thing yesterday as he worked on laying the brick paving.
The best part of this article, for me, was that it gave me an insight into what you remember from your long ago childhood. (Sorry, had to get back at you somehow.)
Even Patriarch is probably preferable to Minister for War.
What really worries me is how many Velominati enjoyed this article."
Well written and amusing at the same time. Yet, it's still a subject that needs to be explained to some people. Unfortunately for me, I cannot do the nose bit on the same side of the body. My neck just isn't that flexible. *shrug*
@minion
No matter what the discussion, somehow you have the ability to remove all logic from it. I am stupider for having known you (albeit only via this site).
@Harminator
Spot on.
Anyone have mucus strong enough to bond tubulars to a rim? Sorry, had to ask.
@Nate
If it hadn't been @Oli with the correction I would have persisted in viewing the "mistake" as some sort of bizarre Kiwi humour.
I'm an Aussie. Get it right.
@Monty
I too use kleenex while riding. I've never been able to get snot rockets to work right. So I either have to hack it up and spit, or I blow my nose while stopped.
And WTF is it about riding that seems to make you produce 200x more snot than usual? Hate it.
The pissing thing has always interested me and I assume they get it all over themselves, I can't work out any way that they can't! Perhaps they have long hoses. Any advise to the contrary appreciated but I think I will continue with stopping.
The Mrs Daccordi was 2 years into her cycling career before I taught her the Bushmans blow, now I just need to get her to warn me it's coming when I am drafting.
@mcsqueak
I can fire from my right nostril, no problem. Always under the shoulder. But I have a wicked deviated septum, so my left nostril doesn't really work. When suffering from the lasting effects of a cold, I carry a blue, cotton, paisley bandana in my left jersey pocket. This lets me blow out of my left nostril with no worries of wearing a bucket of snot on my jersey.
I'm glad I could get that off my chest. I feel so much better now.