To keep chickens is to walk a path towards introspection. From the songs they sing after laying an egg (which I assume is “chicken” for “I’m Every Woman“) to the sheer glee they show when they find a worm in the mud, chickens provide a perfect example of living life in and for the moment. The most interesting aspect of their social interaction is whenever a new chicken is introduced into the flock: all of them freeze in place and stretch their necks out as high as they can, the winner presumably being the one whose head boasts the highest elevation.
As a Dutchman, I am born with the genuine belief that I can stretch my head higher than anyone in Belgium can. Where Americans make Polish jokes, the Dutch make Belgian jokes; we unrightly view them as a sloppy, dim-witted lot. Jokes of indoor airstrips, helicopters with ejection seats, and windshield wipers perplexingly installed inside the car windshield filled my youth and caused endless side-aches from laughter. This is all to say that I carry a healthy sense of superiority over our neighbors to the south with two notable exceptions: riding bikes and making beer.
Especially when it comes to riding bikes, Belgians have the market cornered on Rules #5 and #9, not to mention the entire lexicon pertaining to being Casually Deliberate and every Look Pro article not having to do with climbing, if you can ignore Lucien van Impe. But mostly, they own the art of riding Belgian Style.
Riding with hands on the hoods is a critical element of finding both power and comfort on our machines; it blends aerodynamics with leverage and casual cool like no other position does. The key to keeping from getting sore (or even numb) on a long ride is to constantly change positions; beyond the tops and drops the Belgians have explored the vast world of possibilities of riding on the hoods like no other group has. Learning from their lessons, we can distill the usual V points of reference:
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Happy coincidence perhaps but in lieu of a tt bike, this position is about as aerodynamic as you can get on a road bike, provided you keep your back flat, head tucked and knees in etc. Which of course is excellent if you are making a 150km solo break during a Monument or leading the team on a windy transition stage through Provence.
@frank Thinking I will be happy to replace Cinelli Eubios 26.0 (Anatomic) bars with different deep round bends. Find myself resting on the drops and much more stable to one arm in the drops when drinking -- esp. when up to speed. Going as far as to wrap the bars with same era 3ttt tape -- gloss black! We'll see ??
This was interesting to me for a couple reasons. It provides some explanation as to why, with demonstrable history of nil athletic ability, I took to cycling like a horse takes to walking (that is, awkwardly at first, but quickly). I've known I'm 3rd gen. Belgian for most of my life (sure, it's since been diffused with some other stuff), and I've known for a while that Belgium has a great cycling heritage, but I'd never connect those threads with myself.
In regard to the position specifically, I'd never given it much thought, but I'll be damned if I don't find myself crouching lower towards the hoods long before reaching for the drops (on descents being the exception).
While correlation obviously doesn't equal causation, I've been sincerely puzzled as to why I'm relatively 'good' at cycling and performed abysmally at virtually every other athletic endeavor.
Thanks for providing material for at least a pseudo-answer.
@SamV I like your chain of logic, and tracing you lineage back to Belgium - thrice removed. That's some dutch quality thinking there.
Makes me think I should consider attributing my affinity for the bike to my sharing heritage with the flying scotsman.
@DeKerr You can apply logic to virtually any situation if you really work at it. I also attribute my love of beer to the same set of circumstances, rather than saying I'm a drunk with a cycling problem. It falls apart when I say my father, the Belgian side, doesn't drink and I can't recall ever seeing him on a bike. So I conveniently leave that out of the equation and continue to grasp at straws for some explanation to a puzzle that doesn't really need one.
I absolutely love the classics (and classic) photos here and have savored them a bunch of times. While I was tempted to quote all of them just to see them posted again in the thread I refrained. But a few other thoughts from posts of fellow Vs:
@Beers
There is interesting medical research, still somewhat equivocal, about this topic. From one cycling MD's personal experience: I worked with my MD and ended up with a cardiologist and a bunch of testing which gave me some reassurances, though no guarantees that I may need to moderate my activity in the future.
@Nate
Yes.
@Nate
and yes to this too.
And @keepers, why am I showing as not logged in after I log in and come back to this thread to post???? Posting as a guest feels second class......
@teleguy57 I've noticed similar behaviour. After logging in, I still see the "log in" option at the top of the front page. if I then hit reload, everything seems to sort itself out.
@LeoTea
And now I am logged in -- and it appears that my prev post as a guest did show up as under my account. Strange things -- but I'm glad to know it's not only me. I had tried the reload without apparent success, but I'll keep experimenting to "play" here.
@LeoTea
This is usually your browser caching and not the site. Hence a refresh clears it.
Yes, that is a Westvleteren XII on the left. Yes, it is as awesome as they say. No I will not tell you where I live (it's my last one).