Additional to yesterday’s publish, as a substitute of doing something vital or helpful, immediately I spent some extra time on the slightly-reconfigured Homer:
I’m now absolutely glad that the brand new bar and shifter positions are vital enhancements:
Although when it’s handy I’ll most likely change at the least the rear shifter again to a Silver2:
It’s only a nicer shifter, no what round it.
Anyway, with that every one out of the way in which, I used to be capable of calm down and benefit from the bike, the panorama, and the sense of contentment and well-being that comes from biking. See, for me, using a motorcycle is a time for reflection and contemplation…although I’m pretty positive I’m doing it incorrect, at the least in response to this promotional video for a brand new highway bike:
I dunno, I don’t simply trip twee Rivendells (that’s twee, not three…although I suppose I do have three twee Rivendells in case you depend my spouse’s); I additionally used to race, I nonetheless take pleasure in using racing bicycles, and I’ll even push myself whereas using them once in a while. Moreover, I’m additionally no stranger to yelling music, and in case you doubt my “avenue cred” in that division think about I noticed Napalm Dying’s first-ever present in america at storied yelling music venue CBGB:
AND YES, THAT’S ACTUALLY ME:
I’d have been in my junior yr of highschool on the time, and I needed to endure over 18 minutes of that video as a way to catch a glimpse of myself and my pal, throughout which I marveled at the truth that, on the time, I not solely attended however loved your complete efficiency.
All of that is to say that, regardless of being a vigorous bicycle owner with a robust background in yelling music and the life-long tinnitus that comes with it, I discovered the bike video completely unrelatable, and even in my most vigorous moments I’ve by no means conflated the 2. Certainly, even when pushing myself past my pure limits, I’ve by no means heard and even considered yelling music or gave in to an on-the-bike mood tantrum as this rider appears to be doing; as a substitute, it appears to drive me even deeper into introspection and contemplation, and finally to the identical conclusion, which is that life is beautiful.
After all, this might clarify why I used to be such a nasty bike racer.
Nonetheless, even if you’re out there for a scary testosterone-fueled on-the-bike adrenaline rush, I preserve it’s arduous to sq. that sensibility with a full Rapha wardrobe:
It’s like being cornered in a darkish alley by a bunch of Hole fashions:
After all none of that is to impugn the bike firm, or the rider within the video, and whereas the video contained no details about the bicycle in any respect I’m positive it’s improbable. No, it’s merely to marvel on the unusual and disparate relationships all of us have with our respective two-wheel contraptions of selection. Finally, I believe we’re all using in pursuit of the identical sense of elation, although it typically takes us to completely different locations–even unusual, electrified locations. For instance, it’s been fascinating seeing what futuristic autos the brand new public EV charging station has been reeling in, and the most recent catch was this electrical bike:
Unregistered, on the sidewalk, and (in response to the Web) able to 70mph, it’s simply one of many many new electrified conveyances with which town’s streets at the moment are teeming:
As a yelling music veteran who used to go to CBGB earlier than it was a shoe retailer, I don’t lose sleep over stuff like individuals racing round on electrical bikes. (And for all I do know the proprietor doesn’t race round on it, possibly he’s cautious and courteous to a fault.) Nonetheless, whereas advocates typically body “micromobility” as this noble power that can usher in a post-car utopia, this appears more and more naive, and it appears more and more more likely to me that, when taken to its endpoint, it’s largely going to be about bros zipping round on all method of wacky, hopped-up gizmos–which, once more, just isn’t inflicting me to lose sleep, although I do suspect it would get to some extent the place it actually bites bike and avenue security advocates within the ass, since individuals are gonna get more and more pissed off about it whereas the advocates nonetheless cling to their naive insistence that every one that is ridiculousness is one way or the other gonna substitute vehicles.
Or not. No matter. I can’t with the yelling anymore.