It has not escaped my attention that as I’ve evolved away from my original profession as a software developer and moved towards systems and solutions architecture and management, that I have tended to focus more on the theoretical aspects that support its fundamental principles rather than on the discrete activities that drive its execution. Being further removed from the work, it appears, causes one to become more philosophical about the labor.
And so it is with Cycling; the shorter days of the winter months carry with them a certain introspection that we don’t encounter during the summer when we feast on The V on a regular basis. With this perspective, it is not a wonder that Looking Fantastic has been front of mind these past few weeks. After all, Looking Fantastic, as I already said last week, is all I have at times like these. If this is starting to feel repetitive to you, then I ask your forgiveness. But I write more for my own pleasure than I do for yours, so you’ll just have to put up with it. Or stop reading; that’s an option too.
The subject of Looking Fantastic brings up an important point: what is it that allows some people to always look amazing and others to always look crap? The secret lies in the fact that Style isn’t about what you wear, but about how you wear it. Fit, placement, and the choices of what bits to combine with others are key elements, but none of it will work without a healthy dose of attitude and certain je ne sais quoi. Coppi, Bobet, Anquetil, Merckx, de Vlaeminck, Hinault, Fignon, Kelly, LeMond, Bugno, Cipollini, Millar. These are all riders who raced on teams with what is objectively ugly kit and turned them into icons of the sport.
Every day I get emails from readers who are seeking advice on what is and isn’t allowed in accordance with The Rules. What color socks are acceptable, how much yellow is needed before it becomes a YJA, are flashers allowed on a bike, are mud guards (fenders) acceptable – and what about race blades, does a rolled-up sock under the saddle make it an EPMS. (Any, any, yes, yes, yes, and yes.)
But all these questions miss the point. The first order of business is to ride our bikes. Period. The second order of business is to come home safely from the ride, so we may repeat the pattern. We all live in different environments and have differing degrees of risk we are willing to accept as part of doing The Great Work. Based on those criteria, our job as Aesthetes is not to reject them, but through some alchemy make them Look Fantastic. A prime example being the question of sock color: white is both the most classic and the most distinguished – the obvious choice. But grimy socks are only beautiful if you’re coming home from a ride, not when you’re leaving for one. So if you can’t keep them clean, then make another choice. Style.
With these concepts held firmly in our minds, the following list serves only as example situations wherein Style is applied in order to accommodate specific choices required in order to feel comfortable riding in your environment and repeating the process.
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That photo! For Merckx's sake, Greg could make fucking anything look good!
Re YJA,
Black Castelli Gabba - end of story !
I'm a relatively recent arrival here, but it seems to me that this article instantiates a salutary appeal to the spirit, rather than the letter, if there were such a thing, of the Rules. It's as if there's been an apparent turning of the page from the Old Testament to the New. (Fuck both testaments, I say.)
Anyone with any fucking education or native fucking intelligence should have understood the complexity of the intent and application of the Rules. But because that's just not so, some things need to be explained. I support that effort.
Oh, and black Castelli Gabba. Yes and yes.
@PeakInTwoYears
It like telling people in my country not to play with snakes, they all know its wrong and stupid, given that most are highly fkn deadly, but some still need to be reminded.
Thems the rules
@PeakInTwoYears
I wouldn't go quite so far as that, apart from agreeing that people with morality don't need religion although they may desire or enjoy it. Consider this less the New Testament and more providing some context on the vast areas of grayspace left uncovered by The Rules.
@EBruner
Seriously. The one strap on the shoes, not two. The fucking Quad Ridge. The mechanic adjusting the stops. The wind in LeMond's hair emphasizing the speed. The passenger looking bemused at LeMond's Casual Deliberateness given all that and his inherent knowledge that he is not cool enough to hang.
@frank
Right. I wasn't referring to the actual, historical Testaments. I was speaking metaphorically.
Yeah, no. Actually, I disagree with myself.
My justification:
Back in the dark ages, before LED flashers were even an itch in the groin of someones bright ideas, men rode training bikes in all weather and at any time of day or night. Training bikes were not race bikes. They get dirty and stay dirty, for like six months at a time. They look used and abused. They perhaps don't change gears properly, or brake smoothly. Most had mudguards (fenders), and some of the hardcore used dynamo lights - because battery powered lights were fucking attrocious at the time. I don't bother racing these days, and one thing I hate is taking lights off a bike just to charge the damn battery after every early morning ride. No, I have a training bike. Who cares that it's made from the thinnest walled oversize steel tubes from Columbus (Spirit) TIG welded to my exacting specifications, and with my name on it in scriptive font under the clear coat? I ride a bike that loves being ridden, day or night, without fuss or the need to charge a damn battery (no electronic gear shifting, thank you. Gears shift fine and for ever with steel cables.)
So, to satisfy your curiosity, I built a front wheel with a hub that includes one of the very best dynamos at this time, and have a permanently mounted headlight that is also about the best you can currently purchase. It is a neat and clean solution, illuminates the unknown on unlit roads beautifully, and never - I mean never - needs to be taken off and recharged.
(I once even rode 40km to a race, raced and won, then rode home in the dark with my dynamo light to show the way. Now that is seriously hardcore.)