Always be casually deliberate, even when riding.
You have just attacked off the front to take a town line sprint. It was a just-the-perfect-amount-of-dumb yet successful move. You went deeply anaerobic for a sprint no one else was even mildly interested in, but you did crush them unrestrainedly.
Now, to hide your effort, you deploy the Rule #80 Casual Coast. Left hand on the bars, right hand resting on the thigh, right pedal up to raise the right thigh to armchair height. You coast along as your awesome sprinting momentum eases and the group rolls up. You are a picture of relaxation and confidence. You drift left and regard them as they ride up on your right. Your body language says one thing.
Let that be a lesson, jongens.
My old friend and LBS owner, George “Lefty” Sykes has taught me many cycling things over the years. He invested too much time, swearing and frustration drilling us in the perfect double pace line. The Casual Coast was never mentioned but George was a master of this move. I discerned this posture was as important as riding a double pace line though no one was going to pull me off the road and lecture me about it. This was not a skill, this was just cool. We cyclists don’t do much coasting but this an awesome way to recover and survey your fellow riders from a position of power and relaxed confidence.
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@bugleboy21
And much respect to you for your noble deed..
@Mike_P
My calves look like that under the wookie suit.
@Gianni
@frank
Years ago I was warming up on the rollers for the state hill climb champs. The van parked next to me opened up and three dudes roll out Spicoli style after they'd hot boxed it in there. So stoned they could barely see straight. I took the second step to one of them.
@Rom get them shaved like they should be and prove it then :-)
@Mike_P
I've heard they will look even bigger once shaved. I've tried that with other body parts and it seems to work. :)
@Rom
Imagined to be bigger...
@scaler911
I love stories like that. Spicoli-style. So climbing and tasty buds work together? Sheeeit, maybe I need to see if it helps my climbing. Anything would, I can't go any slower uphill right now.
bah, if only I'd read this on Saturday morning I would have known exactly how to act when I took out our group's Super Bonus Point World Championship with a devastating uphill sprint!
I went for Frank's classic locked arms & gentle spinning pose as the vanquished finally caught up, little did I know there was a dedicated move for such an event.
@frank
I'm confused by all the talk of fake cigarettes. It is making me question the whole ethos of being a Velominati.
The underlying principle you espouse is "do it properly". eg. Don't pretend to be a pro rider by wearing current team kit. Don't pretend to be a world champ by wearing the world championship jersey. I get that. That's why I've just given a copy of The Rules to my 18 yr old son and told him to "digest" them, as they apply to life and not just to cycling.
By allowing a fake fag surely you'll then allow me to keep an empty bottle of a flemish ale so that those times I can't actually get one I could fill it up with a (whisper it) dark English beer and thus pretend I'm drinking the liquid of the Gods? And that way madness lies........... I could get a cheap far eastern steel frame and get it painted with Bianchi colours and logo.......where does it end?
Either smoke a cigarette, and accept all the potential downsides, or don't.
Or am I missing something?
Cheers,
David
Wearing my Velominati top on Beach Rd recently I was caning it at the front of a small group thru Sandringham, Brighton and Elwood. Ensuring I stayed at the front, my stroke constant, not looking around, timing traffic lights to perfection. My heart and lungs ready to implode, no fucker was going to pass this Rule 5 exemplar. Eventually I casually sat up and the group rolled thru; one rider looked at me and uttered one word, "Mercx"...my work was done.