Some circus I tell you. No death-defying acts. No magic tricks. No amazing curiosities from across the sea. I made the mistake of polling and trolling various cycling websites to see what the competition is up to, and I couldn’t believe it.
They all write about riding their bikes.
Typical fare is something like ” I rode down the mountain with a broken hip, then fixed a flat while waiting for the ambulance”. Other riders are taking pretty pictures and logging hundreds of solo miles in a weekend. Oh, they are a truly squeaky clean motivated bunch. They fight cancer. They tousle the hair of their tow-headed children. They pursue pr’s or pb’s and whatnot. They enter events, participate in group activities, and show up at city commission meetings to dispassionately advocate for bicycle safety and increased usage or whatnot.
Meanwhile, around here, we have things like:
S’quatch has a massively infected tickbite.
Juancho doesn’t like the heat, and lots of other things about riding.
Um, I like soup?
Juancho thought golf was awesome for about two weeks.
W.B. wrote an inflammatory post on mtbreview back in 2004?
Not exactly where you come for inspiration is it?
I think I wil start branching out to book and movie reviews, recipes, and of course, more pictures of kittens and ice cream.
You love it! you know you love it!