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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Somehow I forgot about this pic. Cameron Meyer riding on the "hoods" on the track.
@Nate
Ya, that's me. I used to ride in the drops a lot more- on flat and windy rides, but now I ride with little wind and more frequent climbs and its just more comfortable on the hoods. But really I just need to HTFU.
Does this count as Belgian Style?
@The Grande Fondue
I am not sure @frank will agree these bars count as Belgian style, since the confound him so...he is always giving me crap about my using them. I absolutely love them though. Sure wish I had Cam Meyers turn of speed though...
@therealpeel
If you have climbs then you must have descents and you are in the drops then, yes?
Nate - I have Campa on three road bikes. Yep, love the different hand positions. (But, I also like riding my Red equipped bike and my 105 9-speed commuter too. Variety is nice!)
It might change as I get older and my body changes, but for now, I like having my bikes be a bit different.
Oh yeah, and age is just in your mind, so says the NY Times article I read earlier today. So, at least it's a good thing I'm still refusing to grow up.
The worst is getting in the drops if you've been gluttonous over the winter. Argh, that fat fucking gut reminds you that you've been a lazy fuck.
@Ron
You can't help getting old but you can stay immature for ever. Works for me.
@VeloSix
Appart from the iPhone on your handlebars, for sure!
The hood and lever shape of the current Super Record is flawless. The shape is brilliant.