Looking Pro is a delicate art rife with paradox and enigma. Aesthetics in a sport as difficult as cycling is itself a contradiction; surely anything wrought with such suffering should be driven by function and function alone. Yet cyclists are both some of the hardest people in sport and the most vain. For a cyclist knows better than perhaps any other athlete that Morale is a fickle beast that lives upon a knife’s edge; it can drive us on to incredible heights yet squash us at will like an insect for little more than spotting grime on a freshly laundered jersey or dirt on the bar tape. In order for us to ride well, we must have good Morale. In order to have good Morale, we must look Fantastic.
The argument could be made that the best way to improve your riding is to meditate extensively on Rule #5; some might even suggest that aesthetics dilute it’s purity. On the surface, that may be a seductive thing to believe, but it ignores the single most important fact of cycling: looking Fantastic is the best anesthetic available. Just imagine how you looked there, standing on the pedals, dishing out The V. I was magnificent and didn’t feel a thing; I looked Pro.
Along with the vital The Three Point System, mastering the art of being Casually Deliberate is one of the key principles to Looking Pro. A professional gives the impression of having been born on their bicycle; they are one with their machine. When riding, their Magnificent Stroke exudes grace and power. Movements on the bicycle are deliberate yet effortless. Standing, sitting, climbing, cornering – rider and machine form a cohesive union.
Even when not riding, the Professional exudes an air of calm. Sitting across the top tube, the rider rests easy, precisely familiar with the movements of their loyal machine, trusting in the motion and balance. The bicycle is as familiar and connected to the rider as the very air they breathe.
In your quest to master the art of the Casually Deliberate, keep these pointers in mind:
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And I really think these fucks need better friends. "Mate, what in the fuck are you wearing? I wouldn't wear that around my house, much less out to the store. Go get changed you sack of shit."
I want my friends to tell me I'm being a sorry POS when I am.
I'd like to wear a pair of these once in a wile...
Milano-Sanremo 2009
Sean Connery is most definitely not English, in fact he's a vociferous proponent of Scottish independence! He's certainly a well dressed man though...
@Pedale.Forchetta
There's a RULE 27 violation in that photo.
@michael
Right I'd wear these legs with my own kit&sox :)
@Oli Brooke-White
Who's talking about fucking Sean Connery? That is a photo of James Bond, an English character, dressed like an Englishman, leaning against an English car. After all, he's got the toupe on, doesn't he?
@michael
You're looking at the shorts and socks? Coz I didnt notice them.
@ Frank - Touché!
@Jeff in PetroMetro
I love the imagery and the spirit of what you're saying about riding up and changing, but in regards to the statement:
I have to point out that any Velomihottie would at worst ride with you up the mountain and at best drop your sorry ass. If I were to suggest to my VMH that she drive up ahead and carry my accoutrements, she would undoubtedly say something to the effect of "you want someone to carry your shit around, get a fucking porter, asshole."
@Jeff in PetroMetro
Jeff, you're not the Satorialist are you? Here's a test - brown shoes, grey suit - discuss.
@Frank
Wholehearted agree with the comments about Manhatten. I was there on a visit in 2008 and hanging around the West Village when I spotted a prime example of casually deliberate in commuting setting - a local 30 something gent dressed in boat shoes, pale cords rolled up to show the appropriate level of ankle, vest and tweed jacket, cravat and a cheesecutter riding a dutch bike with basket and tortiseshell sunnies - the dude carried it off with such insouciance- hard to pull of that look with such style in other cities - in Manhatten it worked.