Thursday, September 6, 2012

The Bald Truth: Spondee Is As Spondee Does

When you think of smugness, chances are you think of things like taking your kids to private school in a bakfiets, engaging in bike advocacy, or making bicycle frames out of bamboo.  However, the fact is that cycledom hath no smugness like a retired professional bike racer, as evidenced by this plea from retired Classics star Johan Museeuw:



"I am the first to admit it openly, and perhaps many people will blame me that I break the silence, but it must be: virtually everyone took doping at that time,” he told the Gazet van Antwerpen.

"We must break with the hypocrisy. The only way to come out of that murderous spiral is to break the silence, the silence that continues to haunt us.”

Conveniently, now that he's retired Museeuw would like to see the hypocrisy broken, which I'm pretty sure is the exact definition of hypocrisy.  I feel the same way about cutting the line when I'm merging onto the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway in a car--it's fine when I do it, but I'll be damned if I'll let anybody do it to me once I've gotten in there.  (And that includes that hypocrite David Byrne, should he ever attempt to cut in front of me in the car he claims he doesn't own.)  Also, while Museeuw is now quite willing to admit his doping openly, he's still silent with regard to his toupée:


Which evokes George Costanza in that toupée episode of "Seinfeld:"


The only way to come out of that murderous spiral of wearing a bathmat on your head is to break the silence, the silence that continues to haunt us.  Free yourself from your fuzzy hair yarmulke, Johan Museeuw, and let your scalp shine in the bright lights of honesty and gradual baldness:


(And that was two years ago, my head shines much more brightly now.)

Either that, or just shut up about it.  Why exactly is it so important to clean up the sport anyway?  Is it for the future generations of aspiring riders?  If so this is a tremendous mistake, because if anything young people should be actively discouraged from becoming professional cyclists regardless of how clean or dirty the sport may be.  We need people who do important stuff like building things and teaching children and helping sick people.  We don't need people who ride bikes fast for flooring companies.  Trust me, I know a thing or two about useless jobs, and that's because I have one.  In fact, if there are three subjects on which I'm an expert, it's balding, being a hypocrite, and contributing nothing to society.  Anyway, if any of my seventeen children ever tell me they want to become a professional cyclist I'll rend my garments in despair and do my best to convince them to choose a wiser career path, such as rock drumming or rapping.  At least rappers sometimes go on to having movie careers, whereas the best you can hope for as a cyclist is to become a directeur sportif like Jonathan Vaughters:


Writing openly in the Cyclingnews forum, Vaughters further said that Tom Danielson, Christian Vande Velde and David Zabriskie had doped in the past, bluntly discussed personalities on the team and discussed his standards for hiring riders, all the while relating virtually all of it to doping.

Actually, maybe doping's not such a big deal after all.  I mean, how much of an advantage could doping be if Tom Danielson was doing it?  Maybe it just doesn't work on him.  Some people are like that, you know.  He's like the guy in college who keeps saying "I don't feel anything" after you all drop acid.  Meanwhile, the rest of you are watching a tree doing Monty Python routines.  I guess it might also help if he didn't fall off his bike at key moments.  Someone needs to invent a drug that keeps riders from falling off their bikes--though I suppose it exists already and is called "glue."

Speaking of useless jobs, I'm thinking of making the move from bike blogger to bike photographer, since apparently you can get $60 a pop for taking a picture of a valve stem:


A reader forwarded me the above photo knowing that I'm no stranger to valve stem porn:


So for $55 (that's five dollars less than the competition) I'll send you a custom photograph of a valve stem in the orientation of your choice: 12:00, 3:00, 6:00, 9:00, or even 4:20 for the discerning "Wednesday weed" enthusiast.  Also, if you act now, I'll throw in a photo of a crooked Schrader valve on a department store Mongoose for free!  Just click here to order, and soon your home could be full of "art" that makes your visitors wonder what's wrong with you.

Indeed, cycling is not lacking in entrepreneurial opportunities, but the California Gold Rush of the bike boom is in lights.  Yes, everybody is rushing to build a better bike light, and the latest is the "Monocle," which turns your iPhone into a butt-blinky:



So basically, the Monocle requires:

--An iPhone
--A special sack for your iPhone
--An "app" that requires you to input all sorts of information about how long you want the light to be on and how often you want it to blink
--And of course a belt


Because nobody ever rides a bicycle without wearing a belt.

I'm not sure how all of that is simpler than just using any of the roughly nine million blinky lights currently on the market, but at least this way your phone's battery should be sucked dry when you find yourself stranded somewhere late at night.

By the way, when I plugged the phrase "light monocle" into a popular search engine, the first image it turned up was this:


Which is part of a feature called "Twelve Astonishing Steampunk Monocles."  This in turn immediately made me think of a photograph of Alexandre Vinokourov, which was sent to me by another reader:


Vino very badly needs an Astonishing Steampunk Monocle to complement his Olympic gold medal and his Giant Kazakh Hat of Distinction and transform him into a full-on supervillain.  Then he can star as the bad guy in the next Cipollini Bond movie, which will be called either "GoldTaint" or "OctoScranus."

Also, another potential supervillain who could use an Astonishing Steampunk Monocle are the mayors of Toronto, those Robs Fords:


Just imagine him wearing an Astonishing Steampunk Monocle.  Even as it is he's well on the way to supervillainy, and with that Kubrickian stare I can't tell if he's dreaming of running down a cyclist or of devouring one of those 12-foot party subs.  (Or, for the Canadians, one of those 3.65760 meter party subs.)  Or maybe he's just dreaming about being made completely of butter so that he can eat himself:


("I can't believe it's not literate.")

The above photo was taken by yet another reader, and clearly butter is the perfect medium in which to render those Robs Fords, since this exquisite sculpture manages to evoke both Winston Churchill and Jabba the Hutt.

In any case, if you're a Torontoite (or Torontoan or Torontwat or Tarantula or whatever the correct demonym is) chafing under the reign of those Robs Fords (despite the fact that those Robs Fords are buttery soft), you can always move to Chicago and join the Fox River Fixies, forwarded by still yet another reader:


Fox River Fixies (Batavia )
Date: 2012-09-01, 4:12PM CDT

Fox River Fixies is now recruiting new members to be part of an elite fixed gear club that hauls ass down Fox River trails. You must have a fixed gear bike, no single speeds and no brakes. There will be a one time membership fee of $30 which will include a Fox River Fixies T-shirt. 

Thanks,

Bryan 


That's silly.  Everyone knows that you can haul a lot more asses with a bakfiets than you can with a fixie.

What you should not do, however, is move to Brooklyn, which has become sickeningly precious and twee:


Hot Dads + Everyone Else! Thank You! - w4m - 45 (Cobble Hill/Park Slope)
Date: 2012-09-04, 9:11PM EDT

I walk the streets of our fine neighborhoods and every day I am totally floored by the very fine manhood that is out there. Maybe it's hormone surges that are keeping my eyes wandering but I would like to give a big shout out to all the hot dads, youngish hipster dudes, guys with dogs, guys on bikes, guys drinking beer, guys walking down the street, pushing ridiculously expensive strollers, sitting in open windows, swimming/working out at the Y, drinking fair trade coffee, waiting for the F train and just living -- you are such an amazing and welcome embellishment to this already great neighborhood and I cannot stop appreciating you.

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you for being fit, young or not, fashionable, good looking, friendly and well-groomed eye candy. I don't want to objectify you because so many of you seem intellectual, even if you're not actually but, I love seeing your taut skin or scruffy beards, when you stand there stroking/scratching your tight stomach (the muscular V makes me swoon) with your unironic t-shirt slightly hiked up while you chat, straddling your fixed gear bike. I have to stop myself from reaching out to touch you sometimes.

And, to those few of you who actually look me in the face and smile when you catch me checking you out -- extra special thanks for looking past the wedding ring, the kid, the dog, the bag full of crap, the harried look, the signs of having worshipped the sun unwisely in my youth and the jiggly arms/thighs/gut. You make me feel like a goddess! Oh how I wish one of you would speak to me one day to say something more meaningful than "Caramel Machiado for ______." Take the chance and say hello. You never know. 

It's exactly the people described above who have transformed Brooklyn into an impossibly expensive place to live, and I only wish they'd pack up their "good spondee" and their fair trade coffee and their fixie bikes and move back to San Francisco.

And they can take their "Patti Smith shit" with them too:




Asian bicyclist w/Patti Smith shit - m4w - 49 (Manhattan Bridge)
Date: 2012-09-06, 5:58AM EDT

On Monday Sept. 3, you were waiting for the light to change on Jay Street under the Manhattan Bridge. I arrived on my bike behind you and was dazzled by your beauty. Trying to think of something to say before the light changed, I noticed your t-shirt. "Is that Patti Smith?" I asked. You smiled and said yes. Then the light changed, and off you went, west on Sands St, while I (alas) was going south on Jay.

Well, I'm a Patti Smith fan and a bicyclist... We have two things in common.

Will you please be in touch? I'd be so happy to hear from you....

Smith.  Shit.  Now that's good spondee.


83 comments:

Anonymous said...

FUNKADELIC

JB said...

I confess to be a dope.

babble on said...

dope is for dopes

babble on said...

'cept in Vancouver where it's mandatory.

Kenny said...

AND THAT'S HOW A BILL BECOMES A LAW!

leroy said...

Public Service announcement:

Bike ticket blitz today and possibly a few more days in East Village. Cops on bikes, scooters and foot.

Ticketing for red lights (of course), but also riding wrong direction, crossing street in middle (didn't know that changing lanes was a crime), and guy ahead of me on fixie was pulled over by a bike cop whom I heard say "I hope you have brakes on that."

Don't we all.

My dog wishes to point out that this PSA cost me the podium.

Thank goodness he wasn't riding with me this morning.

There are a couple of german shepherds from the K9 unit who have been looking for him.

Anonymous said...

Top ten, and I read it.

streepo said...

octoscranus!!

streepo said...

what a coincidence! I was #8 with octoscranus!

Anonymous said...

TOOP TEEN

JD0g said...

Lapping up all the buttery spondee!
eleventy!!!!1!

Anonymous said...

Torontonian

Mike in Dallas said...

WCRM,that's "fall off of", not "fall of"...

JB said...

That Patti Smith shit was probably the same shellacked pile that was recently stolen from the MOMA.

Anonymous said...

climbing

cycle

theEel said...

weed.

McFly said...

This new lunch schedule keeps taking me out of contention. But I get to go home earlier. Cryterium.

Anonymous said...

Sprinters are duders.

Anonymous said...

I smell Patti Smith Horses shit.



Free Money!

Buffalo Bill said...

What's the name of the bond girl in OctoScranus? Luba Chain? Whatever it is, I'm sure she will have a beefy bottom bracket.

McFly said...

The Just Kidding GILF is really starting to work on me. I used to just think about doing her doggystyle, but now I want to make sweet love to her(from behind) then take her Arby's or something. Please make it stop.

Anonymous said...

Michael Bolton.

Marcel Da Chump said...

Got to wipe that Patti Smith shit off my tire.

Anonymous said...

Good spondee today snob, in spite of the prelapsarian light technology.

Esteemed Commenter DaddoOne said...

last year I drank two red bulls on the local club's spring century


It feels good to get that off my chest


duodecimquinquescranus

Esteemed Commenter DaddoOne said...

what a coincidence! I was #25 with duodecimquinquescranus!

Anonymous said...

Mmmm... Jabba the Ford butter...

wle said...

" "Is that Patti Smith?" I asked. You smiled and said yes. Then the light changed, and off you went, west on Sands St, while I (alas) was going south on Jay."

" extra special thanks for looking past the wedding ring, the kid, the dog, the bag full of crap, the harried look, the signs of having worshipped the sun unwisely in my youth and the jiggly arms/thighs/gut. "

same person?

wle

OBA said...

"...looking past the wedding ring.."? WTF?

Anonymous said...

Demonym?
No.
Gentilic.
Gentilic is far more obtuse a word.
Like Toronto, as a city, is obtuse.
See what I mean?

And Twee. Brooklyn as Tweetown?
I'm not feeling this one.

Anonymous said...

Steam punk monocles?
Whoa.
Non sequiturian.

Steampunk Girls. Google it.

mikeweb said...

Snobby's future BRAs

Bring sun glasses.

Anonymous said...

Snobbie--smirkalicious post today: trees doing Monty Python routines, Vino playing the Toy Soldier (love that!), and Fox River Fixies (I can't even say that with a straight face).

Hafta agree w/the hormonal rant, specifically when guys are just absentmindedly stroking their tummies. So damn sexy! Guys, you are hot just as you are! Carry on.

Vino's uniform said...

Whoa. That is some Borat shit right there.

Olle Nilsson said...

As a Canadian, I can confirm that Torontwats was the correct guess.

Fred Nifacent said...

Leon Redbone...#1 Torontonian

Anonymous said...

Who will out the Snob's use of B.E.D.s?

And will his fanbois come to his defense?

Probably not.

Anonymous said...

And WTF is BGW?

All The Black People In Portland said...

Snob, re: Tom Fucking Danielson, on the far outside chance you didn't see this yet--

http://stevetilford.com/?p=21510

Not sure Steve's 100% correct but I bet he's waaaay more right than wrong.

Anonymous said...

Torontino. Plural is Torontini.

Or is that a kind of pasta, served with butter, garnished with crumbled timbits?

What is it you have in your mind?

I remember what I had for breakfast.

RedHeadForWorldDomination said...

Having graduated HS from Batavia in Illinois, I can confirm, the whole place is full of douches. Also, I don't think Chicago would be so excited to have their limits extended to include Batavia. I sure wouldn't.

Anonymous said...

i occassionally cross the river to visit brooklyn. the place is getting pretty scary. everyone in certain nabes are white, middle class and between the ages of 25-45, and thier gentrifical creep is spreading at an alarming rate. it reminds me of stepford wives for hipsters. so much for that great nyc diversity. reminds me of portland, although i've never actually been there.

Anonymous said...

the plural rob ford makes me laugh everytime. keep up the good work wildcat

Anonymous said...

Robs Fords is Dynamo from Running Man. http://www.madmind.de/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/RunningMan04.jpg Try to un-see!

leroy said...

Frilly's confirmation about the attractiveness of stroking one's stomach is convincing, but I'm not sure about my dog's idea to invite the neighbors over to see him scratch his tummy while watching TV in his boxers.

The belching ruins the effect.

Also still not buying my dog's suggestion to get a boom box to blast "Pour Some Sugar On Me" the next time we go to the Court Street Bakery for a lemon ice. I don't think we'll get enough one dollar bills stuffed in our waist bands to pay for the ice and the laundromat.

The last time he convinced me that we should do this, he didn't dance, pretended he didn't know me, and posted a video on YouTube.

Anonymous said...

Robs Fords = Baron Harkonnen

Cipo said...

excerpt from Cipo's speech before the 44th annual '2012 Podium Girls of the Planet Earth Confabulation' ...

"Girls. Isn't it about time that you all start visualizing Cipo as a man and not a just a piece (stick?) of meat. I mean really! I'm a fook'in movie star now I am."

"OK! Now that that is out of the way who's up for a major gang bang?"

"Please no pushing or line cutting. You'll all get me best shot!"

minimalist Cipo said...

NT 2 SLF ...

ET MOR PSY!

Anonymous said...

leroy--hopefully not with a hand down his pants Al Bundy style.

Author T.yler Hamilton said...

Not mentioning any names, but, unlike certain d. byrne accolyte types I have included 'stickers' in my cycling book.

Cipo said...

eating pussy

Anonymous said...

you're just jealous of the other hipster dads who are getting checked out by hot barista mom.

BikeSnobNYC said...

Anonymous 4:18pm,

It's true. I bought a top-of-the-line stroller but still nobody looks at me.

Maybe it's my Astonishing Steampunk Monocle.

--Wildcat Rock Machine

Anonymous said...

Is it me or does Vine look a lot like Conon O'Brien?

Nebraska Bike Commuter (non DWI edition) said...

I bet Robs Fords would be happy with the Jabba-the-Hutt comparison if it came with a bikini clad slave girl on a leash.

McFly said...

I grew a beard and noticed a different breed of women checking it out. Try that. They are of the dirtier, seedier, more tattoos ilk. I like it.

Anonymous said...

First!

babble on said...

Wildcat... don't give up. Maybe you really are being objectified as eye candy and all you have to do is polish your astounding monocle so you can see the baristas clearly.

Oooooooooor, maybe you're not scratching just right, or maybe you suck at looking past the wedding ring, or maybe your t-shirt isn't unironic enough...

Don't give up. Not now. Not when you're so close.

Practice.

Anonymous said...

Meanwhile in canada's shorts.... http://i.imgur.com/whpOQ.jpg

Anonymous said...

Talking about doping...
I just bought "The Secret Race" and there are no photos. Big disappointment.

Meow Mix said...

Meows are meow
Meows are meow
All you meowers
Meow my meow

Dooth said...

Craigs List haiku


Fox River Fixies
Hot dads + everyone else
With Patti Smith shit

Vegas said...

Saving my $55 for the Schrader valve stem porn. What gets me hot is gettin in that hole and articulating that little poppet valve pin. I thought Frilly would be the only one interested in thay big presta nub, but I guess not (not that there's anything wrong with that).

Anonymous said...

Writing good spondee for this post
is like taking the trash out at three in the morning
cause you kinda forgot to earlier
and the damn truck comes so early, pearly,
and your spondee spills over into bad simile,
Jeebus criminie.

Anonymous said...

"It's true. I bought a top-of-the-line stroller but still nobody looks at me."

maybe you should try putting a kid in it.

McFly said...

Actually, maybe doping's not such a big deal after all. I mean, how much of an advantage could doping be if Tom Danielson was doing it? Maybe it just doesn't work on him.


Thats funnier than a dog with a bologna ring hanging out of his butthole while he scoots it on the ground.

Not Leroy's Dog, he eats pastrami.

Mario and the Albino Tadpols said...

Damn, when will I stop falling for that "Just kidding" clickable link... damn you WCRM

Steve Tilford said...

I’m not going to rip Jonathan again for this. He is full of shit. Completely full of shit.



(Man I would hate for him to actually RIP him.)

Gabriel said...

Well, I gave it my best shot and read this blog for 3 months. I should have trusted my first impression and left on day one.This guy is a childish little punk. There's no other way to put it. I'm out of here.

We the People said...

Problem serious person?

Anonymous said...

That CL Brooklyn lady is so naive! Those are not Hot Dads; they're male nannies! Gay, male nannies...not there's anything wrong with that.

Kazzak Mafiz said...

Look at that picture of Field Marshal Vino. Does that look like the face of a doper?

Yes?

Perhaps a week or two of the water boarding will bring you around to our side?

The World's Most Perfect Complete A$$hole said...

ATTN Gabriel @ 9:30 PM:


Hey! Before you leave could you please massage me sphinchter ....

ahhhh ...
yes ...
thank you ...

You may take your leave now.

Anonymous said...



Gabriel is a funny name with even funnier nicknames.

Twist My Erect Presta!

Rich said...

http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/sideshow/pedal-free-bicycle-relies-running-momentum-174927166.html

Anonymous said...

Kenny you rule! THIS NEVER GETS OLD!

Johan Museeuw said...

You do not win the Tour of Flanders(not Maude the race you idiot) 3 times without a little help.

McFly said...

Gabe,
You mad bro?

Jed said...

Gaybe,
You can also stop eating pussy now. How many months have you struggled with that?

ChrisO said...

Like porn, valve stems (and rims) have special sub-categories of interest to the devotee.

That is no mere Amateur or Reader's Wives type porn.

It's an Ambrosio Nemesis rim with Vittoria Open Pave tubulars, probably taken on a pro bike at Paris-Roubaix.

Enough to give me a semi...

Alex said...

you have great post, I like your.. Keep it up. :)
Indoor and Outdoor Cycling

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THRIPS said...

In all fairness these people aren't indigenous to San Francisco either. I don't know when they took over or why they want to make every neighborhood they move to look like an airplane concourse, but there are plenty of us in SF who wish they'd pack up and leave too.