Yes, that's right, circumstances require that as of today I take temporary leave of this blog until Monday, September 19th, at which point I will return with regular updates. This leave has been in the offing for quite some time, so don't act all surprised about it, even though I haven't mentioned a thing about it on this blog until just now. Also, I won't bore you with what I'll be doing during my leave, though I can confirm that I will not be doing any of the following:
--Going to Interbike
--Going to Eurobike
--Going to the Vuelta a EspaƱa
--Going to Rock and Roll Fantasy Camp™
--Getting an adult Bar Mitzvah
In my absence, I suggest that you follow my Twittering account just in case I have important news to relate, such as my consumption and enjoyment of a particularly tasty brand of corn chip that I think you might also like to try. (Where's that check, Doritos people?) And speaking of Twitter, a fellow Tweeterer recently alerted me to the existence of this:
It would appear that someone is trying to achieve a sort of arch McSweeney's-meets-Cycle-Chic effect by combining photos of models on bicycles with prose like this:
When piloting your velocipede it is imperative that you consider prudence, modesty, and decorum at all times, lest you be sanctioned by local law-keepers for improper attire. For, you see, high moral conduct is the chief concern of our metropolitan constabulary, and young women on bicycles must bear in mind the moral weakness of pedestrians as they navigate our sin-besotted conurbation.
In other words, don't ride with your ass crack showing.
In other words, don't ride with your ass crack showing.
As for the so-called "Brooklyn Magazine" itself, I had never come across it before, but the following video they've produced is a pretty good summation of the current state of affairs:
Brooklyn Magazine Promo from Louis Gruber on Vimeo.
Yes, Brooklyn does have many faces, and they make you want to grab them by their patterned scarves and shout horrible, horrible things into them.In any event, pending my return, I'm pleased to present you with a quiz. As always, study the item, think, and click on your answer. If you're right you'll feel inexplicably tingly, and if you're wrong you'll hear a song.
Thanks very much for reading, ride safe, and I look forward to "seeing" you when I return on September 19th.
1) The speed at which a retrogrouch goes "Woo hoo!" is:
--46mph
--46kph
--27mph
(Off to a foffing good start.)
2) There is only one Dmitry Fofonov.
--True
--False
“But with the miles, the pain from the hole in my perineum got stronger."
3) Who said this?
4) This $5,500 titanium and belt-driven commuter:
5) Do police officers hate cyclists?
--Yes
--No
6) To this day, nothing gets attention in Williamsburg like a nice set of:
7) Hooray! It's ________:
--Helmets
--Helments
2,023 comments:
«Oldest ‹Older 1401 – 1600 of 2023 Newer› Newest»But first this little matter...
of 1,500.
Didn't they make a movie about that?
Oh no bro, that was 300.
right, 300.
Those were my boys.
Those were great times.
I think ZOD is Jebus' uncle.
I wish someone would explain this.
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14 and twenty five.
This ain't no Old '97.
Ain't gonna be no wrecks.
Just a slow steady train forming.
Picking up speed.
Anybody out there...
You should be rewarded if you are.
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1434
And 1435!
Picking up speed.
Throwin' in some coal
Zod is actually WRM's bicycle detailer. Zub his brother is WRM's butler and burrito chief.
Its going right down the chute.
Its gettin hot in here.
Tom, where are ya Tom?
Is that you Tom?
Yeah Mom, its me.
Where ya at Tom?
Back of this train Ma.
I explained it in comment 1403. There are several options for why you are stuck in this void posting meaningless comments (with a sprinkling of meaningful comments).
So please just answer if it is 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, or none of the above?
Gettin' beat up back here.
Tom, still gettin' beat up?
Ma, there's some pullers on this train!
Well, OMG! Several train mates.
Got a little carried away there with the Joad thing.
Didn't notice you.
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Hey Joad, you think you could get your Ma' to give me some of her "special" brownies? I be hungry after trying to catch up with yall all this time.
I hope you're quick on your pedals.
And can dance on 'em
And are EPO'd and Clen'd up enough to go.
up this hill
to 1460.
Blog Drafter, can you answer the question posed to you in 1403?
Hey I am just curious. What can I say
Meaningless/No Purpose, by LOB, there is a purpose.
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I could post more comments if I had not run out of things to say ... Oh, about 300 comments ago!
I'll answer at 1475.
Maybe.
Oh please enlighten me. What is the purpose?
Actually, I'm thinking of curating a blogular "takeover" of this Commenting Space in support of and showing solidarity with the Wall St. Protesters.
A sort of "blog within a blog".
Meanwhile: 1471
Eyes on the prize: 1472
A page change is coming again at 1600. That number sounds familiar.
Isn't that the Obama's address?
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One thousand fourteen hundred and seventy three, unless something meaningless happens.
Dang, that's competition for you!
Now right on the the line!
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So how many years will this go on?
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Will we stop at 2000? Or will reaching 2000 cause us to think we can go for 3000?
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I will pause.
NP, you have caused me to pause.
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You're right. Why are we doing this? I don't really know.
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My wife is about to kick me in the "Pants Yabbies."
Is that it? Is it that we can think we can be like Snob?
Blog Drafter,
It is simply boredom in my case. Nothing else but simple boredom.
Snob, creator of Lob, and Jebus, I think.
Uh huh.
Uh huh.
and go...
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1499
and the winner is:
Simply stated, I have a TV with hundreds of channels and typing totally meaningless comments where hardly anyone will ever read them is more interesting than what is on the TV right now.
You're the winner! Good night.
The TV is on. It is on Shrek. I have not even bothered to change the channel, because I know there is not likely anything better on right now, anyway.
Good night. It looks like you are turning it in very early compared to your normal nights.
Is that the wife calling, I hear in the background?
Will, I guess since I am here, I will peddle a little toward 1600 (Pennsylvania Avenue)
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1508
1509
1510
1511
I searched for 1512 and bicycles. Under 1512, I actually found something quite interesting for a cyclist.
This is the number of the law regulating the manufacturing of bicycles. Check it out. There is a lot on this link I did not know.
16 C.R.F. Part 1512 Requirements for Bicycles.
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A Kryptonite New York Legion 1515 Bicycle Chain with New York Padlock is an expensive lock.
I realize that bike theft is common in New York, but do you really need a bike lock that costs very close to $150.00 USD to keep some crook from stealing your bike?
Around here if you parked your $9,000 Road bike on the sidewalk all day long and went to work, it would be all but guaranteed to still be there when you got off.
Not that people are more honest around here, though that may be part of the reason, but very few people around here believe any bicycle is valuable. 95% of the people around here think all bikes are worth less than $100.00.
They are just that clueless about bikes.
I did once go for a ride south of town. I stopped at a roadside rest area many people use to park and ride from.
Leaned up against a car was a very nice full carbon bike, fully Dura-ace equipped, with no one anywhere around. I was there for about 10 minutes and no one came by.
Bike theft is just so rare around here, people will do things like that.
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OK. I found a video called 1522/bicycle. It is really interesting and quite different from anything I have ever seen. I will post it here, but I am going to post it over on the latest comment section too. It is that interesting, due to its uniqueness.
Bike Video from Arabia
Link was bad for some reason. Try this: Correct Link
Still made a bad link.
Third attempt
That last link was good. Don't know why I failed getting the link right that many times.
75 more to 1600.
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73
I will not just post numbers.
It is so boring just posting numbers.
No purpose to this post whatsoever.
The number of comments left is significant to some people. Don't know what significance it has toward bicycles though.
68 Bicycle
B67.
Route 66 is a popular place to ride bicycles. There are many YouTubes of people riding there.
Route 66 is a popular place to ride bicycles. There are many YouTubes of people riding there.
Double post. Sorry. It was Blogspot's fault. It failed to load my comment fast enough.
We have posted number counts, told jokes, listed bicycle parts, and even made comments that had purpose.
What else can we do to pass the time as we take our pull?
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Bike49?
Well, back to sleep commenting... zzzz .... zzzz
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WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!
Is this the way the world ends?
Not with a bang, but a whimperzzz.
I think not.
No ride today, Jeebus, its raining married cats and dogs.
Like LOB doubled up on Viagra and Lasix...
and is taking a 48 hour whizz.
In LOB time 48 hours equals four of ours.
"SEEK MEDICAL HELP!"
So, just making a few comments here...
nothing too meaningful
or meaningless.
Just a few little comments.
Numbers don't mean anything, after all.
They're totally subjective.
And don't actually exist...
outside the human mind.
Hmm, just a few little comments.
Like, say, fifteen hundred and eighty of them.
That's a nice round number.
Sort of "Bubbly!"
"Though this blog be...
"...on the far side of the world..."
"...it is our home."
Just caught the last of that movie.
"Snobber and Commentator"
Wow, 1590.
That other guy says the page turns at 1600.
A very "Hopeful" number.
"He, he
Well, we're about to find out...
if
will
or
not:
"We'd like to thank Peta."
"I'd like to thank me boys"
AND THAT'S HOW A PAGE TURNS
"Hehe"
Good Night!
this is the trippy comments section
hehehe...hehe...hehehe...hehe...hehehe...he...he...he...hehehe...hehe...hehehe...he...he...he...he...he...he...he...he...he...he...he...hehe...hehe...hehe...hehe...heeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
oooh, look at the cute little monkey...hehe... monkey see...
monkey doo doo...get it? Monkey doo doo!
monkey see monkey doo doo...hehehe...oh, l said doo doo...do you do doo doo, monkey see...monkey do.
Ah did not have sex with that monkey, Ms. Vitto...
I'm freakin' out.
Gettin' on my bike and lettin' it all
hang out.
Bombing hills on acid.
Holy Monkey Turds!!!!
I'm gone less than a day at the comments jump another 200!
All right....I'll take a pull.
When is Snob gonna jump on here and slap us on our backs, or faces?
We know where this is going. Don't we?
To boldly go
where no blog
has gone before.
Too late
to stop.
"keep it non-stop,
give it all you got".*
THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN*
This is as close as I'll get to being in a paceline until this busted foot heals.
Woo-hoo.
Columbus Day, My Foot!
Why do we celebrate a day when America was discovered, when it was discovered years before that by the Nordic people. For that matter, it was discovered centuries before that by the people who later became the ancestors of the American Indians.
Columbus was a poser, not a discoverer of the Americas.
Wonder how many people rode down to the P.O. to check their box today, only to figure out later that it is a federal holiday.
When it is hot, asphalt softens. This is easily noticed by runners, but effects bike riders too.
The roads were great when it was 100 degrees F around here. Now that it is cooler, the roads are harder/ bumpier.
I hate bumpy roads.
Any you boys don't want to get shot, best clear on out the back...
otherwise, make a few comments.
Best bike riding scene in a Western?
Paul Newman in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid? With Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head playing in the background?
I'm sorry, tou asked for , "Best Scene." Ooops. On the other hand, maybe the rest of the non-participating commentariat are looking at us and murmuring, "Who Are those guys?..."
That's it! You got it. You win a prize: you can make the next 5 comments.
OK, what drove Columbus across the ocean blue in fourteen hundred and ninety two?
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