Tuesday, July 26, 2016

What are you doing here? Today's post is on the Brooks blog!

Yes, it's time for another fun-tastic ramble through the wilds of the New York City metropolitan area, so put on some pants, ratchet up your clicky shoes, and let's head on over to the party room!


As you read, consider the awesomeness that would be a mountain bike version of the BSNYC Fondon't (hey, you never know), and I'll see you back here tomorrow.

XOXO,


--Wildcat Rock Machine


63 comments:

Ted K. said...

Note 29. (Paragraph 154) This is no science fiction! After writing paragraph 154 we came across an article in Scientific American according to which scientists are actively developing techniques for identifying possible future criminals and for treating them by a combination of biological and psychological means. Some scientists advocate compulsory application of the treatment, which may be available in the near future. (See “Seeking the Criminal Element,” by W. Wayt Gibbs, Scientific American, March 1995.) Maybe you think this is OK because the treatment would be applied to those who might become violent criminals. But of course it won’t stop there. Next, a treatment will be applied to those who might become drunk drivers (they endanger human life too), then perhaps to peel who spank their children, then to environmentalists who sabotage logging equipment, eventually to anyone whose behavior is inconvenient for the system.

N/A said...

No pants, bro.

McFly said...

I brought balloons and streamers.

dnk said...

I was on the Manhattan Bridge yesterday circa 5:55 p.m. when it was hit by lightning. Or at least I think so. Was anyone else there?

Anonymous said...

Hi FS

Captain Marvel said...

Yes.It was me.Sorry.

ken e. said...

pseudopode!

McFly said...

Dang it Ma quit holding back and tell us what you really think.

Anonymous said...

Your mother is a fabulous writer -- I squirmed as I read her description.

crosspalms said...

Now I really want a taco.

Bryan Bracy said...

What she said...

dnk said...

Holy jesus mary and joseph --- Snob,

I grew up Catholic. Your mom is 100% right on.

Lieutenant Oblivious said...

13th! Scranus!

dancesonpedals said...

Nice picture of the palisades to end your post.

By coincidence, last night riding metro north home, my fellow passengers and I all took cellphone pics of the palisades as well.

Anonymous said...

the 90 degree heat and 80% humidity only add to the many indignities of being a regular bike commuter in this lovely city. Although your ride to the Party Store looked lovely.

DB said...

Does your Mom have a blog?
Thanks for the ride-along Wildcat.

BamaPhred said...

I would hate to run afoul of Snob's Mom. Having said that, I've heard that same refrain from a lot of folks who attended that brand of religious institution's schools. I do have to say ours was entirely different. Maybe they were intolerant religious zealots, but I believe the most severe reprimand I got growing up was along the lines of "You'll think differently when you grow up, now run along and don't be so rude." It helped that our teachers were also our parents, relatives, in-laws, cousins, etc. If not your's, then your classmates'.

wle said...

yer moms - she must have that thing about the nuns saved somewhere so she can copy/paste it around..

it;s good though

reminds me of the Blues Brothers movie (though they saved their awful nuns, in the end, and James Brown made a pretty good preacher)..

wle

Jason T. Nunemaker said...
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Comment deleted said...

Your mom rules, Snob.

Lieutenant Oblivious said...

To the swift belong the chamois stains of meandering!

The Coachman's Inn and John Mulligan's Fireside Pub look very inviting indeed.

As someone who spent 5 years in Catholic school probably a decade or so after your mother attended one, her words rang oh so true. I was lucky to get out and took early retirement from that religion.

What kind of biek would be recommended/required to participate in the mountain bike equivalent of the Grand Fondon't? The closest thing I own to a mountain bike is a 20 year old 21 speed Fuji Crosstown hybrid type biek which has no suspension and 700 x 38 or so tires. I do own a pair of mountain biek pedals and mountain biek shoes though and would like to attend if it works in the schedule and my biek will do.

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wishiwasmerckx said...

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Your mother is a vivid and gifted wordsmith. Not bad from someone who admits she went to reform school.

Victor Kaminski said...

vsk said ...

Wow DNK that's amazing! Or Amazeballs as some of the young-uns might say.

I hope you didn't get too drenched.
I took an epic ride on the X28 ""Spress"" Bus.

Gorgeous morning to ride in today.

vsk

JLRB said...

Snob - what was the name of the green forest you visited in Portland?

Victor Kaminski said...

vsk said ...


You're right Snobby, I'd feel apprehensive about going down that street with a hand made Trump Pence sign. I'll be sure to get him a real officially licensed one and all will be right with the world.

vsk

Anonymous said...

Pretty lame looking taco by SoCal standards. Probably the equivalent of stopping at the knish truck during a ride in San Diego.

BikeSnobNYC said...

Anonymous 3:46pm,

Pretty lame comment by Internet standards. Do people from CA get Google alerts whenever Mexican food is mentioned so they can leave the same comment about how much better it is there?

--Wildcat Etc.

Gidget said...

That taco looks like it should lay in peace at the end of Katonah Avenue.

Sax Huret said...

There's something about a single speed with mountain bike or gravel tires accompanying it that's just... mentally centering. The true horse for the flâneur's course.

N/A said...

The only problem with that taco seems to be the lack of cold beer with it. Perhaps the cervesa was out of the picture.

Joe said...

Snob,

Where be this taco truck? I'm guessing from the photo its at the intersection just before the SMRP overpass into Hastings. My lazy post-sprain routine (the deli in Hastings) needs some spice.

Anonymous said...

Technically, experience lies on top of your chamois.

Dick Breaks said...

Snob - That dude with the sleeveless jersey who is cruising around on your Engin and taking reflection selfies looks kinda like a tri-guy. Must be the heat, otherwise no self-respecting Engin rider would dare look so stupid.

BikeSnobNYC said...

Dick Breaks,

1) I'm not self-respecting;
2) I don't give a shit how I look when it's over 90 degrees. Fuck sleeves.

--Wildcat Etc.

Anonymous said...

What self-aggrandizing horseshit. Get over yourself.

Dick Breaks said...

For the record, I am very self-conscious about my persistent farmer tan, so I never go sleeveless. One reinforces the other, no?

Dick Breaks said...

And I'd rather die of heat stroke than look like a tri dork. I know it's stupid, but so are tri dorks.

BikeSnobNYC said...

Dick Breaks,

It's a regular jersey with the sleeves cut off. I don't look like a tridork in person, I look like a slob.

--Wildcat Etc.

BikeSnobNYC said...

Anonymous 5:10pm,

Uh, that's what blogs are. You should probably stop reading them.

--Wildcat Etc.

wle said...

i;d rather just have sleeves.

looking tridorktastic, is only worth about 0.2 degrees

wle

dnk said...

vsk @ 2:45

There was an incredible lighting flash that seemed to happen at eye level and a simultaneous thunder of terrifying proportions. It was exhilarating and scary.

Old timer said...

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again*: I always thought of NEW YORK as a fantastical (Blade Runner) landscape of nothing but skyscrapers and streets clogged with motorized vehicles. It’s surprising and delightful to be taken on a tour through the “other” New York. Thanks Snobby!!! // I love your Mom! We had Nuns too…they used to pinch us for punishment! We referred to them as “the penguins”. Our consolation: we’re recovered Catholics…and all those old “penguins” are long since deceased. RIP (*Am I saying everything twice? Am I saying everything twice?)

Anonymous said...

Sleeve snobs everywhere

Sax Huret said...

I prefer to think of them as guns control advocates.

N/A said...

Sun's out, guns out, bro!

P. Bateman said...

i don't think I've actually ever heard a Californian ever talking about anything other than the organic local ingredients in whatever it is they happen to be eating at that moment.

sure love it out there. would be great if it wasn't for the californians.

DB said...

RIP Ms. Cleo.

bad boy temporarily south said...

Snob,i hope that you stopped at county cycles om mclean ave.on your travels.thats where we bought our bikes in the old neighborhood.next time,stop by and see danny there.it's minutes from st.barnbas.

paulb said...

Yay, I took an owed day off Friday and also rode the OCA and South County, but stopped at Gun Hill Brewing Co. and Bronx Brewery. It's WCRM's world, but at least I am living in it.

Pathetic Old Cyclist said...

Catholic School wouldn't have been so bad if the nuns didn't overuse their brass knuckles.

JLRB said...

Floffing off in Portland while pretending to work - tried out their knew "bike town" bike share sleds - interesting set up - 8 speeds (probably used 3) - the computer system that links to the mother ship is right on the bike - not a kiosk - si you can lock it to any rack and leave it - the lock is part of the bike too (similar to the ones intried in Paris except the Portland ones know when you lock them somewhere and end your ride etc)

They are new enough that many natives asked me how they were (as they cat 6'd my ass) - out of the five systems I've tried these seem the heaviest - not only the lock and computer stuff but the front basket is all metal ... Blue bird day here - good times

McFly said...

You should seriously consider giving Ma Weiss a guest slot on this here blogusphere. I don't even care what she talks about. Stories of Lil Wildcat and his Haro or GT or whatever.

Make it happen.

Doc Sarvis said...

You must be new here

Arizona redneck said...

Almost all of them are from somewhere worse...

Purple Rivius said...

"There's nothing more smug that informing the cashier you don't need your parking validated because you didn't drive there."

Ah! Exactly how I felt after attending your book presentation here in Seattle. Plus the ride there and back was quite memorable. Great evening all around!

First time posting here. I just recently began following your blog after the book signing -- sort of like going to a rock concert and then keeping the momentum by getting the tshirt and whatever CD you were missing in your collection. So now count me in among your dozens of blog readers. Make it a baker's dozen.

babble on said...

Wooo Hooo, and Snobberdooderoo for multiple burns!! Hot hot hot today, sir.

Ah, sweet bike, and yep, mum's right. That's why I want to be pope, y'know, so we can straighten the Catholic world right out, specially with respect to sex. WTF is up with a creed that believes in God the father, God the son, but no God the mum?? Dumbass, is what. And Bloody Fucking Hell, is it any wonder that the places with the highest incidence of gang rape are the very same ones where you find the most fundamentalists, whatever their religion? Yeah, I'd turn the whole mess round in no time.

Pathetic Old Cyclist said...

Catholic School wouldn't have been so bad if the nuns didn't overuse their brass knuckles.

N/A said...

I "enjoyed" the benefits of a Catholic education from 2-12. I had penguins, too. The worst one I had was the one that taught a typing class. She would stroll up and down the rows of desks with a yard stick (meter sticke to our friends from afar) in her hands, and if she saw you looking down at your hands while typing, she'd slam that stick down across your hands.

I can type like nobody's business, so, thanks bitchy penguin!

Dooth said...

My 7th grade nun had the hots for me. Tall, pale and wrinkled, she rubbed up against my desk without realizing it. Thank God I wasn't aroused.

dancesonpedals said...

Dick Breaks (and your brother MacKenzie):

There's nothing wrong with a farmer tan.

Dave said...

I like my self-aggrandizing horseshit artisanally curated with a generous dash of snide irony and served on a crisp chimichanga. And a decent IPA.

RD NoFA said...

Your Mom is cool...