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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@Ron
...)))) so true !
that's the very reason i took this shot...))))
@minion
I just shot sodapop out my nose reading that. Nice work, sir!
@frank
Pussy.
@Daccordi Rider
Speaking of long hoses. Check out the podium picture of Wiggo here.
http://www.steephill.tv/2012/criterium-du-dauphine-libere/photos/stage-01/
Love to know what the podium girl is thinking. Captions/thought bubbles anyone?
@Ron
That Orbea is part of a large Basque cooperative is also rather cool, if you ask me. Yes: I know the bikes are made in Asia, but workers owning the means of production and all that"”I like the premise.
@wiscot
"Fuck, not only has he got ginger sideburns and a rolled up sock down the front of his bibs be he also has tats on his hands. I have to kiss that? Oy!"
@minion
I just shot sodapop out my nose reading that. Nice work, sir!
@the Engine
Goddamnit, did you *have* to go there?
@Xyverz
did you shoot that over the shoulder or under the arm?
@frank
Hate to force you to get elbows deep in this thread, but I did make a polite request for an edit to one of my posts?
Don't forget to wash your hands. And apologise to Bretto's mum.
@wiscot
Bloody hell, Twiggo thought that stage was exciting too.
Podium Girl "Farkin Hipsters"