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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I am more intrigued by the CX bike in the back ground of the title picture.
Deer season in full swing down here in the sunny south. Mountain bikers and gravel grinders travel at their own peril. Duck season still a month or so away...
@RedRanger
Indeed, a Super X Hi Mod? More please.
@Chris
This.
We are all here because we have seen some sort of light and wish to rise above the state of the YJA-clad masses. We call ourselves disciples precisely because we try to bring a bit of that light to the rest of the cycling world.
We cannot disregard The Rules every time we see a shiny boulder, and must not sully our sacred space here with anything less than attempts to further our commitment to bring the V to the world.
See: Rule #1, Rule #2, Rule #4.
@V-olcano
Yeah, the rules don't really kick in for me until Rule V. I'm know I'm not a true Velominatus.
I'm more of a Velomi-not-us. I just happen to ride a bike.
Also, each time I read the header to this page, I keep mentally seeing "Simpson" after "Homer". Irrelevamt, I know.
@meursault
Very nice.
Reminds me of the Dickens quote: "He did each single thing as if he did nothing else."
I love climbing, esp Alpine with ice but also long, multi-pitch trad routes. I gym climb b/c I cannot get outside as quickly and easily. Blasphemy for sure but Big Wall/Mounatin climbing is the stuff of legends to me. When you still have the guys hanging from hemp ropes on the Nordwand of the Eiger 20+ years after they died b/c no one can get to them to cut them down, that is otherwordly. "The White Spider" and Herzog's "Annapurna" are Bibles to me.
The only thing comparable to the hum of the tubular wheels on a beautifully paved road is being completely within a world that only exists two feet to the right and left of me and one foot above and below me while being 1,000 feet up on a cliff face. Purest form of Zen that I have ever experienced is moving on a cliff face.
@Ken Ho
The more I race the CX bike the more it feels like skiing. The fine muscle work required to navigate an off camber turn successfully seems to recruit those same muscle memories as does making tight mogul turns. At least it does when I do it right, when I do it wrong, it feels like mud up my nose.
A sport we missed. Correct number, correct color. Further proof from the Universe that it wants us all to HTFU.
@razmaspaz
I know exactly what you mean. Downhill MTB is like off-piste ski-ing too. Looking at a pitch ad working out how you are going to get down, whee the turns wil be, what will happen when you bomb it etc....
Thiat really struck me when I did a ride with a track builder one day. I think a lot of people just follow the trail, but he was looking at Un-tracked hills covered in scrub, working out where the track would go. He had a 100acre block he was developing into an MTB park.
@scaler911, @Ken Ho Thanks guys. It's a long time since I skied much and that was in Scotland where ice, rocks and heather were considered to be as equally important components of a good piste as snow. I can only remember coming across powder once - all of a sudden I couldn't see my boots tried to turn as I usually would and my ski's just stopped. It took a while to find both skis and get going again. never saw the stuff again so I can't really see what all the excitement is about.
Swimming through the blue room on the other hand...