When you’re a kid, riding with your hands off the bars is something done for thrills, for style, and to impress chicks. As an older, wiser Velominatus, it can be a handy maneuvre to aid removing or donning extra clothing, taking a feed from your pockets, and to impress women (because that’s how adults refer to chicks). Get it right and it’s the most Pro of moves; get it wrong, and there’s little chance the nurse picking the gravel from your face will be impressed.
Surprisingly, many Cyclists are inadequately equipped in this fine, yet fairly basic and useful art. If memory serves correctly, it was one of the first things I learned to do on a bike, right after balancing and pedalling, and just before wobbling and face-planting. Anyone could ride along with one hand on the bars, waving at the girls or flipping the bird at the guys, but if you could sit bolt upright and give the ‘up yours’ sign then you were a true badass. Making sure you could haul your bad ass out of there before being dragged off the bike and beaten to a pulp helped develop sprinting skills which would come in handy later in your cycling odyssey.
Another, more practical use of riding no hands was to remove the long sleeved flannelette shirt (aka the ‘flanno‘) so fashionable in the day and deftly tie it around one’s waist, hopefully without getting it caught in the rear wheel and necessitating another trip to the casualty ward to be embarrassed in front of that same nurse yet again. Getting the six buttons undone and the sleeves tied together in a double knot in under ten seconds was the stuff of legend, and only Mick Johnson could do it that quickly, surprisingly so as his IQ was roughly the same number as the time it took him to complete the task (or write his name). How he never went on to bag a Pro contract still baffles me.
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While we can see clearly from the photos that the modern Pro is just that, professional, and would never use their arms or hands for anything but the cultivation of a clean image for the sport, riding no hands can still be a useful skill for the rest of us. Having to stop the whole bunch so you can peel off your arm warmers, hat or vest is not only inconvenient, it’s asking for a mini-pump beating. To avoid such ignominy, here are a few basic tips to help with getting your gear off (or on).
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Riding no-hands is an integral part of being at one with your machine. I did notice, however, that many commuter and city-bikes have less-than-stellar tracking at the front and an upright geometry, and thus make no-handed riding quite risky. Shifting the weight backwards helps a lot - one of the reasons why no-handed is risky on my TT machine, but effortless on the road-bikes.
I honed my craft commuting on a fixed-gear to work - by the end of a year's worth of commuting, I could do the entire 8km route no-handed - corners included - provided the lights and traffic were in my favour. I wish road bikes enabled the same precision for micro-adjustments of speed that a fixed-gear does. Brakes just don't stack up. Whatever didn't fit in my bag went on my hands, and so I found myself riding home from the shop with a new wheelset on one hand and a floor-pump on the other.
All this is useful, but really became an asset when I joined a proper team. Our coach seems to have all the necessary personality traits to marshal the Death March, and if you find yourself overheating, freezing or hungry, you're welcome to drop to the back of the pack and do your business, but asking for an unplanned stop is not an option. Intensity varies according to the ride's goals, but general conduct simulates race conditions. Not faffing around with arm-warmers during refuelling stops, you need those two minutes to piss or refill. Again, this behaviour in everyday riding lends itself nicely to stressful race-conditions, when picking up a stationary bottle at 40km/h or donning a gilet because it started hailing suddenly seems natural.
Damn near froze two weeks ago when sudden hail caught a casual bunch I was accompanying unprepared. Having to stand in the freezing air while the others carefully unfolded their jackets damn near sent me into hypothermia.
As a kid I'd ride around the block playing my guitar! I assumed everyone could ride no-hands. Apparently not...have been trying to pop a wheelstand for 45 years though, and still cant do it. It's definitely easier on some bikes than others.
I remember one really bad winter doing my paper round on my old Raleigh with my hands pretty much in my jacket pockets at every opportunity! Rode 4 miles back home without taking my hands out once, it was so cold.
Strong work, Brett!
And interesting timing. I'm visiting the olds in the northern country for the holidays and I'm reduced to riding rollers for a few days. (Note to self: never, ever again live in a place where you have to ride indoors for months each year). I had a jacket on because the basement ain't warm, pulled it off after a few minutes and though I was able to take it off while rollin', the toss nearly did me in. Throwing in one direction sent the bike in another. I'm thinking this is similar to smacking your bar ends to reinsert a bar plug.
Don't do it.
Well holy fuck. I just recalled a dream I had last night.
I was inside a shop in the town where I live and I spotted a group ride assembling on the sidewalk, through the glass window. Suddenly one, then two dudes showed up in Witte jerseys.
"Huh? Two Followers live in my town and I've never met them? What the hell..."
Nice one, Brett...
I'm a bit ashamed to have to admit this, but back in the day (early eighties), I had a tendency to combine two nasty habits: one was smoking (particularly roll-your-owns. with the Dutch brand 'Drum' being my favorite), and the other, riding my bright orange Peugeot 'racing' bike with both hands off the handlebars.
Sometimes - especially when the stupid kid that was me had just returned from a long cycling holiday and was, as a result, in pretty sharp cycling shape - I would carefully time things in such a way that i could overtake other cyclists while carefully rolling one up - or whizz by them while casually lighting said fag with a Zippo lighter that I carried in my jersey pocket for that very purpose... Ah, the folly of youth.
@frank
Obviously The Prophet gets priority but you could have at least changed the lead photo to one of Eddy doing something with both hands off the bars.
@ped
I have not yet had my morning omelette but somehow my effort is going to seem boring... also, maybe my life is too tame but watching this made me quite hot.
@ped That was really really ridiculously good.
@sthilzy Steve Perkins? Don't you mean Tex?