I recently upgraded my phone, tablet, laptop, and TV to their most modern respective operating systems. These devices are now are so interconnected that they know what I want long before I do. In fact, I might not want it all, but no one can tell because I’m already doing what they told me I want to do. Presumably while driving.
I have become quite adept at texting while riding my bike. My phone buzzes, I reach into my pocket, examine the message, and determine whether I should answer that particular buzz immediately or wait until I’m at a stop or at home. I don’t navigate any kind of logic tree to make this determination; I simply respond to my inner monkey and tap away my inane response. I should not have this skill, texting while riding. By all rights I shouldn’t even have my phone with me. I shouldn’t need to be reachable when I’m on my bike. That’s part of the point of being on my bike.
There is something about being out in the wilderness that flips a primal reset switch in my soul. Mountain biking and backcountry skiing often take us away from phone networks and traffic the way little else can. The problem with mountain biking is a lack of the hypnotic rhythm that riding on the road offers, which is part of the enormous appeal of riding a bicycle; the rhythm of the legs pedalling along has a trance-like quality to it and the spell is broken whenever the bike hits a root or a rock or a rut. This, for me, is the appeal of a good gravel ride or even a good Cyclocross ride: you’re still on a road bike with most of its hypnotic trappings, but you still get to descend into the wilderness and experience the great escape from technology. Along with just enough technical riding to make a tantalizing cocktail of Awesomeness.
Fall is here, which means the road season is all but behind us; ahead of us lie chilly, wet rides in our Flandrian Best. And Cyclocross. I have an extensive background riding rigid mountain bikes in the 90’s, which makes me almost automatically good at Cyclocross. Except Cyclocross also includes running and remounting. My basic trouble with training for ‘Cross is that I never do my drills for things like remounting. My remount looks like a wounded duck trying to ride a pogo stick. I could master it, of that I’m certain, but once I’m riding my bike I find it nearly impossible to climb off just for the privilege of climbing back on.
In the immortal words of @G’rilla: I don’t cross-train. I train for ‘cross.
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@Rick
What.A.Fucking.Legend.
This one's going in my Badger shrine. Along with all the photos of him punching people.
@Greg Titus
But then how the fuck would he take all those selfies???
By the way, Frahnk, you're up shit creek if you come and ride with me in Germany.
40 Euro fine for using your phone while riding. And also you can get drunk driving (riding) charges as well if you are over the 0.05 limit here. As soon as I heard those I immediately thought of you!
@Cary
Damn Ron! I was thinking the same thing! Talk about myopic viewing from me! I should have realized that The Prophet would have set the standard so high that it was nigh untouchable. Thanks Cary for the much needed lesson!!!
Ha...I was essentially tossing that out there to test our resident historians! I knew I was likely very wrong. Thanks, Cary!
I often grab a beer at the end of my ride and finish it on the roll home. Never been stopping. I'm under the impression that the city police have far bigger things to worry about that a skinny man in Lycra riding 15 km/hr and drinking a beer.
Hey Buck...on an unrelated note, but since your in the med biz...I stupidly tried to collect a stray dog the other week. A fucking chihuahua. I hate little dogs. The bastard bit me when I tried to pick him up. Do you have any clue how much rabies shots cost in the U.S.? I didn't! And my insurance is only covering some of it. I could buy a very, very nice new bike for what I'm stuck with. So much for being a good neighbor. Never again.
@Teocalli
"Mark 1, mark 2 and Mark 5."
Genius!
@Ron
Fuck Mate! That's crazy! I always get all of my much needed rabies shots for free from Uncle Sam.
And I think that Oli just plain was so disgusted with your (and my) post about the Rainbow jersey year that he refused to even acknowledge it!
It's good to let them think that they know a lot. I feel that is a large part of my contribution to this collective here on the V site.
@Kybikegirl
Nailed it. I now realize all those other words were just a waste of time.
@RobSandy
The demands of my job mean I almost always have to be reachable during a ride, sadly. But yes, this is the dream scenario.
@frank
Hostage negotiator? That's what I assume all those people must be who are yakking on their phones while driving.
@wiscot
Such a monster. That's legit 'cross too. 32mm balloons are boss; the soft modern pro's race Paris-Roubaix on that shit!
@Teocalli
This was all just so...dorky...it went all the way round and became awesome again.