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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Welcome first off. I have a couple of female riding mates who can snot it up with the best of them, and use good technique; makes me feel better doing it myself in front of them. The 'snotster' sounds like a lovely lass though!
In cold weather when breathing hard, exhaled air picks up temperature and moisture from the lungs. The surfaces of the nose are cold. Water condenses on those surfaces and creates the massive volumes of snot. Science. Gross science, but science. I'm a one hole out the nose snot shooter. Since I ride alone mostly it's no problem.
Great tutorial on this subject released yesterday:
Awesome article. Well written with equal parts science and hilarity.
If you have spit to spare in the saddle then you're not working hard enough...period.
Snot is a different story though. We called it the "Nose Jet" when I was a kid - and I'm proud to say that I'm really fucking good at it. One hand leaves the bars to plug the noncritical nostril. I look slightly back and aim under the arm and towards the hip...I give myself a 4 or 5 inch window to fire through and never miss. I'm surprised I've never cracked the pavement.