Yvon Chounard may not be Homer but he is a worthy modern day wise man, he admonished, don’t be a sports nazi. His meaning was, don’t do one sport to the exclusion of all others. It’s tempting not to pursue other sports when cycling demands so much time and leaves one with a body that is barely useful for anything else, but that would be too easy.
VLVV, Gianni
Admittedly, the concept of worshipping multiple deities has lost its popular following in the last few millennia. But we must reconcile theological doctrine with reality and bury the schisms that have caused sectarian strife for so long. The month of October is the perfect time to revisit the sacred teachings.
At first glance, you might call me an infidel upon learning that today, instead of devoting my whole day to worshipping The Bike, I plan to make equally sacred offerings to The Mountain. Indeed, the pile of bespoke cycling gear designated for today’s ride now has to share the same trunk space with ropes, cams, carabiners, and other studly accoutrements of the climbing craft. Upon learning this, many of you likely will condemn me a Rule #4 violator and ban me from La Vie Velominatus for life. But I beg you to hear my case before casting judgment.
In ancient Athens, for example, the good citizens understood that it was prudent to worship many gods; though the gods were fickle and jealous, they could bestow upon you great benefits. What really mattered was religious experience, spirituality, and sacrifice.
I assure you – all of these elements will be present in today’s outing and, as such, I am not heretic, but a true believer. Take for example, sacrifice. What greater sacrifice can there be than braving the desolate country roads of rural Virginia, with nary an espresso in sight, facing a near-rabid canine darting at me as I exhaustedly summit a roller? In the same vein, the path to our climbing routes planned for the afternoon takes us between Scylla and Charybdis – the dreaded “Poison Ivy Gully” descent or a rappel off manky tree anchors that could, at any moment, be messed with by meth tweakers frequenting the trail. I shall not even speak of the fact that we have to arrive at our destinations in a minivan, for no other mode of transport can accommodate the Hydra masking as our multi-sport gear collection.
The religious experience will be all worth it. There is little that compares to the hum of my overpriced drivetrain on a crisp October day or the cloud of climbing chalk following me like a halo as I flail like a stuck pig on a sandbag Great Falls eliminate. I thusly urge you to consider the wisdom of the ancients and erase differences between the gods. As far back as Homer, great thinkers recognized a unity in the multiplicity of the divine. Skiing season, here I come!
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@Marko
Elite
noun
Isn't that the whole point of Velominati, we strive to do things properly, to do things better than the masses? The rules and the gear set us apart.
That's not to say that we aren't inclusive, there's an open invitation to be a part of that elite but it requires acknowledgement of the rules, the history and ethos of the sport.
Kayaking and rock climbing are great, they're not sports that I do (time and geography are against me there), so maybe I was a bit out of line there and I don't really want to piss in @spankles' pool but that was no less toungue in cheek than the abuse that runners or swimmers get here. The depth and breadth of the people on here amaze me and make the place what it is but the point still stands, there's been a downwards trend recently, Gianni and Brett's manbaggery, Franks erectile stem dysfunction.
Anyway, that chap Csikszentmihalyi has a dodgy beard. Is he a surfer?
@Marko BTW, what is snorkeling through the white room, is that a snowboarding term? I googled it and the only thing I cam up with was a video from Jackson Hole.
maybe I'll write an article about playing disc golf at night and getting drunk at the same time. I do it almost every Friday with friends. or maybe not.
@Chris
I know you addressed that to Marko, but a video from Jackson Hole sounds right.
@ChrisO
In today's race I was cheered by a grandmotherly woman in a shaggy faux fur coat and a knit cap with bunny ears. She was operating four cowbells of various sizes. For a full hour.
And you say 'cross has no aesthetic?
@scaler911
Snorkellling through the white room describes ski-ing or boarding powder snow so deep you need a snorkel to breathe. "Face shots" describes getting hit in the face by white stuff as you make your turns. Its the ski-ing equivalent of cArving your mates up on the inside on a rad descent .
I've not skied JH, but I would of thought it would apply more to Colorado, Utah or Japan, famous for their champagne powder. JH is known for its black run ski-ing, but compared to Canada, the US grading system is very soft, so I don't know how it really compares to the big mountains of BC.
My wife and I have made teh annual pilgrimage to Whistler and Vail for the last ten years, for the good reason that there are few things as sublime, spiritual and uplifting as time on a mountain in the winter. Add in the thrill of downhill ski-ing, especially once you get off-piste in the steeps or powder and you have something to truly envy. Cycling and ski-ing go together like bacon and eggs in the soul of an outdoorsman. There is no place for discrimination or snobbery against skiers/boarders.
@Ken Ho
Thanks. (I started skiing 42 years ago).
@Ken Ho
I guess I should have been a bit more clear in my response to @chris. It makes sense that if you type "snorkeling thru the white room" that videos from Jackson Hole would pop up. Shit gets deep in the Tetons. Grandparents had a cabin in Jackson that we'd go to every year. Grand T is decent too, but for my money, anywhere in Utah or Colorado (with maybe Montana) gets top marks for snow. Though if you wanna go 'big' (air, cliffs, steeps), it's Tahoe (where I grew up skiing...local....). Cheers!
@Chris
A-Merckx to that!
@Chris
I believe he's a rapper. The beard is just an affect. And that's a stage name. He regularly tours with 50Centmihalyi.
@scaler911
Yeah, I've not skied Tahoe, but I have heard it is steep, and it's coastal, so teh snow sticks to pitches that won't hold snow in the powder belts.
Red Mountain and Kicking Horse are pretty rad too, not that I've made it yet. It's a long schlepp from sunny Queensland.
We try and go elsewhere, but always wind up back at Whistler Blackcombe. I would love to do a summer trip the for the MTB.