My office is organizing a holiday 12K run, an invitation to which I replied that one is only to engage in running when one is being chased, and even then only fast enough to avoid capture. I am a Cyclist, not a savage fleeing a beast in the jungle. I walk as little as possible because I hate walking, I carry as light a load as I possibly can to improve my climbing, and I only engage in core-building exercises because I am given to understand it will make me a stronger rider. We are, of course, occasionally required to participate in non-Cycling activities like “working”, but if you’re anything like me then you just use that time as an opportunity to get more psyched for the next ride.
Most of the time, I have spent the day (or evening before) thinking about what kit I’ll be riding in, and which bike I’ll take out that day. I’ll have made up my mind long before I descend the stairs to the basement where my bikes patiently hang in wait. Still I inspect them all as if the choice were not already made; I’ll pinch their tires, perhaps flick a pedal on its spindle or take one down from its hook to test the tightness of a headset. I’ll feel a tinge of guilt at passing over the others, but that guilt is offset by the excitement of taking the chosen steed down, pumping its tires up, and shifting through the gears in confirmation of the perfectly tuned drivetrain. I will be unable to resist the temptation to turn the barrel adjuster in the desire make the shifting even more perfecter.
Then, normally, it’s straight into my kit, out the door, and onto the bike I hop in Casually Deliberate Cyclocross style.
It is a rare occasion that I am afforded the luxury of being kitted up for the ride prior to departure; these rare occurrences are usually on Race Day or before a group ride when pre-ride espresso is sipped while we universally engage in shit-talking intended to intimidate or dupe our fellow riders. These are cherished times where one is allowed the opportunity to wear Cycling caps, pre-ride sandals or sneakers, long sleeve jerseys and full leggings (irrespective of the time of year) and practice being Casually Deliberate. But take note: the utmost care must be taken to every detail of our appearance:
Merckxspeed, my fellow Velominati.
*Wearing of the casquette, sunglasses, and in particular the winter Cycling Cap should be practiced at length in front of the mirror until wearing them perfectly becomes muscle memory. Recall that in order to be Casually Deliberate, one is to give the impression that all this awesome just happened by accident.
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@litvi
Nice. Very. Missing something? Would be the red wine yes? Anyways, a 152 km ride yesterday w/a good friend in near perfect deep south blue skies and sunshine readied me for looking very forward to today's feast. The turkey is in the oven and now working on base/broth for the greens and the gravy. Cheers!
@KogaLover
ah, I wish I could wear contacts. I can't even use "normal" RX cycling glasses, as my power is over 8. I'm happy that I have photochromic cycling glasses (they start out dark and go to VERY DARK, so not good at night except for those suicidal times).
I believe clear lenses, or slightly amber, look the most Pro. On the other hand, squinting through the rain gives the ultimate look of the hardmen, as Laurens and Kevin Ista show us.
https://i1.wp.com/shutup-legs.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/paris-roubaix-history.jpg
http://cdn.media.cyclingnews.com/2011/04/11/2/pic189355446_600.jpg
https://img.washingtonpost.com/rf/image_1484w/2010-2019/WashingtonPost/2011/07/18/Sports/Images/504518694.jpg
@Frank
I had to look up persimmon. I assume that is "rose" put through V.
I have such major wood for that sweater.
@frank
I did mention that my hair doesn't fit particularly well either, didn't I?
@frank
Apis? Is that the outfit your sourcing the V-cap from? I'll have to send them a plaster cast bust of my head. Are they also going to do a winter V-cap?
Do track cyclists wear caps? I've just got home from an hour on the boards at the Olympic Velodrome. Absolutely way out beyond awesome. I want to be a track star when I grow up.
@chris
Whilst not having met you in person, I do seem to remember some KT photos that led me to the assumption you may have been one of the riders @Frank was referring to at the end of the following point.
In which case I can't see the comb being of any use whatsoever...
In relation to the article itself, I've always preferred the "warm up jacket" approach (similar to le Prof's sweater) rather than a long sleeve over short sleeve jersey. Have long coveted one of these...
http://www.prendas.co.uk/molteni-retro-leisure-sweater-jacket.html
@frank
I think my cap (a very cheap one) sits on my head in a very similar manner to Die Panzerwagon's in that picture. The difference is that Mr Martin is wearing the rainbow bands. That means stuff is cool on him that is not cool on me. What a dude.
@chris
The V-Cap exists? Wait, that can't be true - it's the cycling equivalent of Bigfoot, the Yeti. Often mentioned, never seen.
Just checked the gear page - bloody hell, I think @ChrisO is going to have a heart attack......
@davidlhill
Knock me down with a feather! Yeeeee Haa.
@davidlhill, @Teocalli
I have to say I did not expect that!
Well I kind of did, but just not quite so early. @frank gave me a sneak preview of the design last week.
I need to tell all of my relatives that, in the nicest possible sense, no socks etc for Christmas, just cash.