Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Hiatus Interruptus #1

Remember how yesterday when I announced my end-of-summer break I said I'd let you know if another media outlet published some of my genius?

Well another media outlet has published some of my genius:

I must say I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out.

When the hell is this city gonna make me the Bike Czar already?!?

Also, while I'm here, in today's Bike Forecast I mentioned this story:

But what I didn't mention was this:

In 2015, he tweeted: “The time when you first take your brakes off and feeling like you’re in a lucasbrunelle movie,” in apparent reference to an American bike stunt film-maker.


This of course inspired me to head over to Brunelle's Twitter to see what he's been up to.  And what has he been up to?  Making videos of himself messing with people who (justifiably, I'm quite sure) don't want to ride with him:
Remember the kid who tackled everybody too hard when you were playing ball, and when you finally told him you didn't want him playing with you anymore he took the ball and threw it over the fence?

That kid grew up to be Lucas Brunelle.

Anyway, now back to our regularly-scheduled hiatus!

I love you,

--Wildcat Rock Machine


N/A said...

You're getting your genius all over the place, Wildcat.

Anonymous said...

Read your piece, loved the comments section where your NYC cred was being questioned.

Bill said...

Suck it, slacker.

BikeSnobNYC said...

Anonymous 2:02pm,

I don't seem to be able to see the comments. The link just sends me back to the top of the page.

This is probably a good thing.

--Wildcat Etc.

janinedm said...

Good list, though I'm never following 15. It's not my nature. Though I have regretted it as the years go by. I've taken roughly the same route to the office for as long as I've been riding. How many ways are there to go from Washington Heights to Midtown? Now, some drivers with the same schedule are beginning to recognize me on my way and when they've honked to say hello I've mumble invective until i recognize them and wave and then I spend the the rest of the ride thinking "I hope that guy didn't hear me call him a motherfucker." Every time I resolve to asses the situation and then start cursing if necessary, but I can never do it in that order. It does not help that 85% of cars on 5th Ave are Chevy Suburbans.

Unknown said...

Top 10.

janinedm said...

Also, I'm not given to grand "This is New York" pronouncements, but this is New York. No road user follows all of the rules, we're all out there jay walking and double parking and light jumping and the enforcement is capricious and uneven. Contrary to what people who don't live here may think, there's a certain etiquette that keeps chaos at bay. So when someone says, "how can you expect group x to follow the laws if group y doesn't," then i think to myself that this person has no interest in getting along (occasional Yosemite Sam behavior aside, my rides are usually cheerful occasions that deepen my love for this town). For my part, I don't expect everyone in the city to follow the laws. I just want them to take responsibility proportional to mass and speed and accept that I get to be there. I'll take care of the rest myself.

cyclejerk said...

Ah! No brakes!

recumbabe said...

My eyes are up here.

Very Slim Pickens said...

Chicago, July 15, 1897

A Woman Killed by the Carelessness of a Wheeling Pest.
Chicago, July 15.-A scorcher is responsible for the death of Mrs. M. A. Morton, who was instantly killed in a runaway last night. The scorcher with elevated back and bent head while bowling along at a rapid rate, collided with the horse driven by Mrs. Morton. The frightened animal became uncontrollable and dashed down the street, colliding with a lamp post and throwing the unfortunate woman from the vehicle. She was instantly killed. The scorcher was thrown from his wheel but remounted and rode away before he could be apprehended."

A Fit as Tight as a Woman's Jeans said...

Janine "It does not help that 85% of cars on 5th Ave are Chevy Suburbans."

Nothing like encountering monster sized vehicles when their moving, or parked, on a narrow street (think lower Manhattan, and lots of other places too). The mentality of people who think they should drive a M1 Abrams Tank sized vehicle, in the city, escapes me.

BamaPhred said...

Can't see the comments
Spoiler Alert!

The usual
"Here's the only advice a New Yorker needs; you wanna bike? Go to the gym or better yet, move to Portland! These bike lanes are an obstruction and obstacle to commerce and the ebb and flow of the city to already limited driving space and sprawling traffic and haven't taken a single car off the streets."

leroy said...

Well this is weird.

I know something about riding bikes that Lucas Brunelle doesn't.

There's no upside to being an asshole.

Even my dog agrees.

Spokey said...

or you wanna drive a car, move to the indianapolis motor speedway (whispering "buttbiter")

leroy said...

And nice article.

Still going to ride the Brooklyn Bridge.

I wrote a longish comment to BSNY's TA blog about the things I've seen crossing the Bridge over the past [horrifying number deleted] years.

But I think it got deleted as spam.

Oh well.

Dooth said...

Bravo, Wildcat, bravo...I abide each every one of the 15 rules. There was, however, a sixteenth rule which was before your time and became obsolete: Do Not Stare at the Prostitutes.

Anonymous said...

The most revealing part about his personality was when he tells the hispanic guy speaking english with a slight accent to speak english.

The whole episode seemed like a bad dream where our President was a younger and very fit cyclist who took up group riding.

Anonymous said...

What?! Lucas Brunelle is an Asshole? Who could have possibly seen that coming? [end sarcastic voice]

Spokey said...

i think the blond staring into the cell phone is cute

Anonymous said...

Thinking about whether I wanted to anger myself by watching the idiot Lucass' video I scrolled down to see this gem about the scam of Crabon Fibre, with highlights about how the greatest doper of all time helped launch the popularity upon the cycling community. Sigh.

Lieutenant Oblivious said...

Late to the party, but there is blame on many sides for that. Scranus!

McFly said...

Yeah the blonde anime pedestrian is going to have trouble coming first. kthanksbye

Freddy Murcks said...

I am glad that you took some time out of your high-8-us to throw some shade on Lucas Brunelle. That guy is a double hulled douche canoe if there ever was one.

1904 Cadardi said...

Part A)
To the woman in Colorado that said you should shout "On your left", I have observed that usually ends up with whoever you might be warning you are about to pass MOVING LEFT. It's like some kind of mind control. Instead, a polite "Excuse me" or "Hello" seems to work better.

Part 2)
Lucas Brunelle is an asshat. If he doesn't want to follow the rules, customs, general vibe of the ride THEN DON'T GO. He's pretty lucky someone just went and talked to him, there are plenty of rides where behaving like that would get you gapped out the back, or worse.

Part iii)
Have a good vacation Wildcat!

Anonymous said...

Here's the only advice a New Yorker needs; you wanna bike? Go to the gym or better yet, move to Portland! These bike lanes are an obstruction and obstacle to commerce and the ebb and flow of the city to already limited driving space and sprawling traffic and haven't taken a single car off the streets.

Spokey said...

i used to despair for humanity

no longer. i'm just going to despair for myself. the hell with the bipedal morons i have to co-exist with.

dop said...

I saw a delivery bike with a weird fork yesterday.

What do you call a fork with only one tine?

https://youtu.be/U264AYBDsME A flute without a hole is not a flute.

dancesonpedals said...

I said, a flute without a hole is not a flute!

Anonymous said...

I love you too!!!

Rapha Kramden said...

Anonymous @7:57 PM - You can type surprising well for a person who's trying desperately to get his own dick in his mouth.

Steve Bannon said...

You're doing it all wrong.

Chazu said...

Automobiles bring out the best in people.

Said no one. Ever.

wishiwasmerckx said...

What happened to Herpes Simplex? I had a Herpes Simplex derailleur on my teenage bike.

stop me if you've heard this one said...

I spent a night on venus with a rich park avenue socialite at her fancy apartment and contracted herpes duplex

Anonymous said...

I met a gin-soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride
She had to heave me right across shoulder
Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind

It's the honky tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues

I laid a divorcée in New York City
I had to put up some kind of a fight
The lady then she covered me with roses
She blew my nose and then she blew my mind

It's the honky tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues

It's the honky tonk women
Gimme, gimme

It's the honky tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
Yeah, it's the honky tonk women
Gimme, gimme

BamaPhred said...

Herpes? I thought you said Hermes Same thing

Spokey said...

Hermes? It says unisex for 13,200 ! !

do you get a discount for sex twice? maybe only $25,000 for the thing?

Anonymous said...

Chris Harne: (747) 444-1076
Saturday sat. aug 19 2017
I'm moving to Austin.
I've been woken up from a dream. I woke myself up. I left Austin and returned to Pennsylvania.

I parked in the driveway in Kennett Square. The weather was perfect, and it was mid-afternoon. I entered through the screen door, and felt bizarre. It felt like I'd been away for years. I had a warm welcome from the entire family of Harnes. Even Karl was there, and my nephew Ben.

I am learning the difference between "familiar" and "home." I'm not sure I understand what home is, other than a vicinity where somebody grew up. Sure - this felt like that kind of home. I love the people who I know here, and nothing else.

I walked in with my nails painted. Nobody said anything. Nobody gives a shit. I've made a lifelong habit of being an oddball. At the age of 34, I'm not raising any new flags.

I was a happy silly girl in Austin. Half the time I was. The other half, I was a dude from Philadelphia. The Philly dude speaks low and from the throat. He is aware of his surroundings, and presumably knows how to punch. The girly one is not careful about wrist positions. She always says "goodness!" instead of "Fuck." I went from tough guy to dainty in the same conversation. It was new and peculiar, yet I suppose that's an approximation of how I've always been. This new feminine side caused me confusion at first, but quickly became my preference. I can do whatever I want. I can speak however I feel. Like many things in life, you notice yourself much more than you are noticed by others. The biggest change is almost certainly in my mind.

Pennsylvania can't provide me much. I have people here, and that is the most I can say. I don't see enough of my people, so I'm leaving. I have some loose strings here, but it's back to Austin for Chris Harne. I am establishing a new base of operations there. A new Home base - to spread my branches and consider my roots.
Chris Harne at 7:21 PM

Anonymous said...

"the endless procession of motorcars, many of whom happen to be children" ... har har