Last night I headed out the door at 6 to roll a few laps in the park. As the temperature tumbled, I pondered a multitude of mental replays of the past 2 years. As I sub conciosly imagined spining small smooth circles like a pinwheel in the wind, I thought about how the trail that is my life has brought me through all sorts of stuff: good, bad and indifferent.
I caught what I thought was the pack ride after chasing for a half lap and after being informed by a snotty Sids Bike shop racer (http://www.sidsbikes.com/ ...I have bought a bunch of junk from them in the past including a bike in the last couple of years, but the 'tude rhymes with the french word for fly....which is "mouche" for those who don't speak the language...which really makes me want to stay away from the shop) that this was a private ride headed by "Zoltan"...It went something like this "how did you hear of this ride?""Shit man, I have been riding since 1988 in the park and as far as i can remember there has always been a pack ride." "So you were not invited to this ride then? It is a private ride led by Zoltan so please drop off...""Priavte ride?""Private ride."....
I would have sat up except that his attitude was so elist and bitch for me to take my marching orders from. Had he just said it nicely...Please is the magic word right? It amazes me how much much please and sorry is important to me.
And evidently a few South Americans sittting on thought so as well as they had some choice words for Zoltan and his "private ride"...Hand motions and few curse words later Zoltan himself was sitting at the back asking a Toga guy (who was right on the money for telling Zoltan off after the tall guy with the funny accent tried to cut him off trying to wreck him...or that is how it appeared from my perfect perspective at that the back...) to "respect the ride"...seriously I dont think any of the people who were sitting in on the back of the pack knew it was a private ride (private? come on...seriously what elist BS is that...I have never heard of such crap in NYC ) and I think we would have backed off, I know I would have dropped off even though I knew 4 or 5 people in the "private ride", but the BS from the dude withe 'tude who seriously rhymes with the french word for fly meant it was game on...Sorry Zoltan, you may be cool but you have a jack ass amidts your ranks...F-Sids....
I love Ti bikes....baggyhairymonkey.blogspot.com/The Belgium Knee Warmers post is right on:
"Base miles are pennies in a piggy bank: They aren’t sexy, but they do add up."
Very cool: Portland has a great bike scene. Punk rock passion.
http://www.teamsofportland.com/
Blogs of Note:
Biker chick:
http://arsbars.com/
Photog chick:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/samideluxe/
Pro wrench for t Mobile/High Road:
http://www.wrenchman.blogspot.com/
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thanks for the link!
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