Fifty Plus (50+) - I wanted to start a thread, but...

I couldn't remember what I wanted to talk about. Who's idea was it, this getting older and forgetting stuff? :)

OK, how about this...

Does the TDF on TV this month motivate you to ride more often, or ride longer, or ride harder?

OK, how about this...

Does the TDF on TV this month motivate you to ride more often, or ride longer, or ride harder?

No, that wasn't it.

Spooky avatars?

I remember!

Do bike cops -- you know, cops on bikes (slightly modified Trek 4300's I believe) ride platforms, straps, or clipless?

:)

Or maybe,

Hey everybody!

I just got 18 dollars in the mail and I'm trying to figure out how to spend it at the LBS! Should I buy some extra tubes, or a spare patch kit, or both, or neither? And what should I do with the change? Buy some Mexican food? Or pie? Or a cool one down at the beach after my evening ride?

What do you think? :D

Do bike cops -- you know, cops on bikes (slightly modified Trek 4300's I believe) ride platforms, straps, or clipless?:)
This sounds perverted...have you been watching Reno 911 again, Gary?

A tried and true idea

Do bike cops -- you know, cops on bikes (slightly modified Trek 4300's I believe) ride platforms, straps, or clipless?

:)

Bike cops around here ride slightly modified Kawasakis and BMW's with platforms and shiny leather trooper boots.

Check this website:

http://www2.trekbikes.com/bikes/bike.php?bikeid=1146600&f=15

Now that I look at it, looks like straps.

Are you contemplating going into law enforcement, DG?

Reckon it was probably about a diet to lose weight- What foods to cut out- How much pasta can you eat without putting on weight but still retain enough calories for a ride. What curry or chinese foods to avoid- Is a lamb Bhoona less fattening than a chicken Korma and are Home made steak and kidney pies worth eating when you can buy 24 of them for $5 down at wallmart. Then there are the desserts but I had better not start on them as the Keyboard is getting Damp with the dribble I am Typing.

I googled 'police bicycles' and looked at the images. Looks to me like straps are the winner. Some of the officers were wearing athletic shoes--not the best for effecient biking but probably best when you have to dump the bike and take off on foot.

Didja' ever think about what tire pressure they run on cop bikes?

Didja' ever think about what tire pressure they run on cop bikes?

Post O' The Day!!!!
:D

Bike cops around here ride...with shiny leather trooper boots.
+1

I see one almost every morning. Well over 200lbs and always chomping on a giant cigar. Platform pedals.

Around here, platforms.

I stoped one the other day and asked him if he was wearing persuit shoes.
He said he didn't know and he was to bussey to talk.
I said sorry I bothered you, and road off. Looking in my mirrow I seen him go back to eating his donut.

I use straps.

Do bike cops -- you know, cops on bikes (slightly modified Trek 4300's I believe) ride platforms, straps, or clipless?:)

Gary,

Out there in LaLa land some of 'em probaly wears heels and strapless :eek:

http://www.apeculture.com/images/goodcop.jpg

B'Dog
(Who was born and raised in the SF Bay Area and can say whatever I want about the State of Fruits and Nuts :D )

OK, so how do I hook up my Ipod to the back of my VDub's radio? And, do you know how to get the darn raido out to see the back?

OOOPPPS! I forgot this was the bike forum and not the VDub fourm. Now, where is the address for that other fourm?

I remember!

Do bike cops --ride straps....?

:)


Around here it's straps and cuffs.

I remember!

Do bike cops -- you know, cops on bikes (slightly modified Trek 4300's I believe) ride platforms, straps, or clipless?

:)

I don't know about pedals but the pack of 20 or more that headed past me in May on the WO&D had some nice looking dual halogen lights on their MTB.
:D OH - they also ran a stop sign at a trail / driveway entrance en-masse :D

OK you knuckleheads. Some of you think it's real cute to make sport of police officers who patrol by means of a bicycle. Well let me tell you something, an officer on a bike can make it to an accident scene 27% faster than he could in a patrol car, and that's on a bad day. Lives are saved every single day by the men in blue who risk their own lives to save yours. So the next time you see a cop on a bike and feel like making a wisecrack, just remember this: the life he saves may be yours, or the life of someone you love. And that's not counting the times a felon is apprehended because a sharp sighted patrolman can spot any suspicious movement from his bicyle 329% better than he could from a patrol car. And that felon may be en route to do you harm, or do harm to one of your loved ones but for the actions of a man in blue, riding a bike of the same color. So keep laughing, all you beatniks and hippies and liberals out there, because some day it might be an officer on a bicycle who breaks up your pot party or your communist party. And then you won't be laughing so hard, will you?

So keep laughing, all you beatniks and hippies and liberals out there, because some day it might be an officer on a bicycle who breaks up your pot party or your communist party. And then you won't be laughing so hard, will you?


If I have asprin in my backpack while I'm bicycling does that make me a drug pedler?

If I have asprin in my backpack while I'm bicycling does that make me a drug pedler?
I don't know what kind of a kick you're on, son, but it's the road to hell in my book. Today it's aspirin, tomarrow it's Tylenol, the day after that it's the hard stuff. So just keep on peddling and keep on smiling, because when the day comes that you have to pay the piper, he isn't taking any checks. You'll pay with blood. Your blood.

I don't know what kind of a kick you're on, son, but it's the road to hell in my book. Today it's aspirin, tomarrow it's Tylenol, the day after that it's the hard stuff. So just keep on peddling and keep on smiling, because when the day comes that you have to pay the piper, he isn't taking any checks. You'll pay with blood. Your blood.


Ok, so you're a cop, a flatfoot, a bull, a dick, John Law. You're the fuzz, the heat; you're poison, you're trouble, you're bad news. And the worst news, copper? You ain't gettin' any younger, and neither is that fat-tired rust bucket you call a bicycle. So be a man. Slide behind the wheel of your prowl car and beat it down to the bike shop. Get something new and shiny to go with your badge. Maybe a Trek, a Lemond, a Litespeed, a Bianchi, a Cannondale, a Klein or a Giant. Or reach for a Fuji, a Jamis, a Specialized, a Burley or a Rivendell. Go ahead flatfoot. Pull the trigger, and this time hit your target.

I don't know about pedals but the pack of 20 or more that headed past me in May on the WO&D had some nice looking dual halogen lights on their MTB.
:D OH - they also ran a stop sign at a trail / driveway entrance en-masse :D

And that's when you call out in your best Barney Fife voice, "Citizen's Arrest! Citizens Arrest!"
http://desertcanyongifts.com/ebay/moviestarphotos/Movie-TV/DK01.jpg

B'Dog

Ok, so you're a cop, a flatfoot, a bull, a dick, John Law. You're the fuzz, the heat; you're poison, you're trouble, you're bad news. And the worst news, copper? You ain't gettin' any younger, and neither is that fat-tired rust bucket you call a bicycle. So be a man. Slide behind the wheel of your prowl car and beat it down to the bike shop. Get something new and shiny to go with your badge. Maybe a Trek, a Lemond, a Litespeed, a Bianchi, a Cannondale, a Klein or a Giant. Or reach for a Fuji, a Jamis, a Specialized, a Burley or a Rivendell. Go ahead flatfoot. Pull the trigger, and this time hit your target.
I ate punks like you for breakfast back in Koe-rea. Your'e a dime a dozen. Your mamma told you you were special, and you believed her. Now you're out on the street, thinking the world's your oyster. Well let me tell you something, pal. While you were in your room smoking reefer and listening to rock and roll records, we were out on the streets, making sure it was safe for you and your friends to paint protest signs and vote for a straight Democratic ticket. Which is about the only straight thing you are. Yeah, we see you and your kind out on the road, riding your foriegn built bikes and wearing your lycra jerseys with the names of communist owned enterprises emblazoned on the back. And we're not scared, because it would take a thousand of you to make one cop. And it would be a lousy cop, if there is such a thing. Which there isn't.

This sure has been an interesting thread that I almost forgot to start! :D

This sure has been an interesting thread that I almost forgot to start! :D
It's called heavy lifting, and it's what guys like you do very little of. While you fly your kites and play pattycakes with the girlies, the real men are on the front lines, taking care of things that won't get taken care of unless we take care of them. What you call interesting, a cop calls hard work. And what a cop calls hard work, I call a job well done. But that doesn't mean much to you and the people you associate with, who are too busy wondering where your next kick is coming from. A kick in the behind is more like it, because that's what you deserve. You live off the sweat and blood of guys like me, who would gladly take a bullet for you. You, who can't be bothered with a simple thing like responsibility. Yeah, that's right, responsibility. It's a little word most of us learned by the time we were ten years old. So the next time you start a thread in this forum and can't remember what it was you wanted to ask, take that as a sign from the Almighty that, fella, your life is one screwed up mess. And I'm not gonna fix it for you.

From the Journal of San Diego History:
http://sandiegohistory.org/journal/80winter/police.htm

It's called heavy lifting, and it's what guys like you do very little of. While you fly your kites and play pattycakes with the girlies, the real men are on the front lines, taking care of things that won't get taken care of unless we take care of them. What you call interesting, a cop calls hard work. And what a cop calls hard work, I call a job well done. But that doesn't mean much to you and the people you associate with, who are too busy wondering where your next kick is coming from. A kick in the behind is more like it, because that's what you deserve. You live off the sweat and blood of guys like me, who would gladly take a bullet for you. You, who can't be bothered with a simple thing like responsibility. Yeah, that's right, responsibility. It's a little word most of us learned by the time we were ten years old. So the next time you start a thread in this forum and can't remember what it was you wanted to ask, take that as a sign from the Almighty that, fella, your life is one screwed up mess. And I'm not gonna fix it for you.

Come to Washington, my friend. There's a place for you in my administration. Contact Alberto Gonzales Diego for an appointment.

this is the result of unconstrained Googling...and I've got to compliment Webb Diego because his responses are the longest and most artfully crafted sequences of cliches that I've ever read anywhere, period.

this is the result of unconstrained Googling...and I've got to compliment Webb Diego because his responses are the longest and most artfully crafted sequences of cliches that I've ever read anywhere, period.
Plagiarizing sentances from the internet may be your "thing," Woody, but not mine. No, I come from a place they call Ethicsville. It's where hard work and diligence are rewarded, and guys who take the easy way out of every tight spot end up where they belong...and that's in breadlines and hop houses and brothels, desperately trying to feed whatever hunger their sick minds crave. No, there's not much in common between you and I, Woody, except the air we breath and the cops we rely on. Cops who gladly lay their lives on the line every day while you surf the internet for pornography and gambling and cheap drugs from Canada. Drugs that may keep you alive, sure, but at what cost? I'll tell you what cost...the financial well being of the pharmecutical corperations who invented those drugs so downbeat, deadhead guys like you can live long and prosperous lives no matter how many mistakes you make or how many lives you ruin. But you and your kind think nothing of dodging your responsibility to support these fine institutions. No, to save a few lousy bucks you skeedaddle across the border and buy cheap knockoffs of the real thing. But the real thing isn't what you're all about, is it Woody? No, fantasy is your reality, and frankly son, it turns my stomache.

Come to Washington, my friend. There's a place for you in my administration. Contact Alberto Gonzales Diego for an appointment.
Alberto Gonzales Diego: A great American!

...take this as a sign from the Almighty that, fella, your life is one screwed up mess. And I'm not gonna fix it for you.

Detective,

Thank you for your honest, truth piercing, heart felt sentiments. Obviously you speak as a real man who has a great deal of wise experience. I can tell as an officer of rank, you forego privilege and remain side by side with your brothers in blue through thick and thin, when the bullets are flying, and the thugs are determined to bring ruin and damnation to the rest of civilization and the America we all love. These are the things I say to the parish every Sunday in my homily, that their lives are "...one screwed up mess. And I'm not gonna fix it for you...," but Jesus can. People respond to the honest truth. They want to know right from wrong, black from white, and not be bothered by such mushy concepts as, "consensus building, mutual sharing, agree to disagree, and can we just all get along."

Detective Webb, do you ever give Lay homilies? It would be an honor to have you at my lectern one Sunday.

Digital Gee, what difference does it make about Police Bike pedal set up, this is similar to asking whether an officer wears kevlar boxers or briefs.

Detective Webb, meet me at the altar for a special blessing. The remainder of you weenies say 6 Hail Marys, ride 35 extra contrition miles, and meet me at the confessional at 8:00 a.m. sharp! And don't be late, I have a 9:30 ride with a group of my brother priests, it is Saturday after all!

Your Good Father

Some of you may have missed something. A closer look at the San Diego policemen on bicycles will reveal the following:

http://members.aol.com/bfn50gallery/digitalpolice.JPG

this is the result of unconstrained Googling...and I've got to compliment Webb Diego because his responses are the longest and most artfully crafted sequences of cliches that I've ever read anywhere, period.

Woody, I'm bound to disagree, I suspect that we have a real craftsman--a real journeyman among us. I've had the opportunity to work with writers over the years and you learn to pick up on the "voice" of the writer. The voice often identifies the person no matter what the piece. Take Hemingway for example, all you need is a couple of sentences of his work and you can immediately identify the author; and it wouldn't matter whether it was "The Old Man and the Sea" or one of the four gospels ("Jesus squinted into the hard, cruel Galilean sun...").

Our Diego's on the other hand each have a personality that masks the author's voice fairly successfully--the very best kind of writing--and a goal of the best writers. I'm in absolute awe of those that have this skill. And I admit that I'm jealous too.

Or else they're total schizo and need stronger meds ;)

Some of you may have missed something. A closer look at the San Diego policemen on bicycles will reveal the following:

http://members.aol.com/bfn50gallery/digitalpolice.JPG


:D

:D

You have to have been around a bit to know who that is!

Whether schizophrenia or remarkable skill & talent, I share your awe. Dan Ackroyd is my guess...or his writer. But then I'm not one of the men or women in blue and have lifelong compliance issues with authority that have put me into the all-steel rooms more than once so it is best if I simply hunker down on the sideline & thank my lucky stars that the Diegos are covering my sorry a** with their spiritual and ethical shields.

Some of you may have missed something. A closer look at the San Diego policemen on bicycles will reveal the following:

http://members.aol.com/bfn50gallery/digitalpolice.JPG



You have to have been around a bit to know who that is!

OK - for those newer folks, or who haven't guessed yet, it is our very own Digital Gee.

Or else they're total schizo and need stronger meds ;)
The only med you need, son, is hard work and a little respect for the men who stand guard over you while you sleep off your latest bout with intoxication. Me, I get high on life, and the satisfaction of a job well done. Yeah, law enforcement is a dirty job and it doesn't pay much...unless you consider the respect of your peers the most valuable thing a man can achieve. Which is why women make lousy cops. Yeah, that's what I said: women make lousy cops. Show me a gal who can handle herself in a tight spot, and I'll show you a likely candidate for a sex change operation. Oh sure, they're great in the kitchen and plenty of fun in the sack, but there's more to life than filling your gut with stale leftovers then blowing your wad a few hours later...and I'm not talking about chewing gum, either. But I don't have to tell you that, do I Johnny boy? You graduated from chewing gum to illicit sex a long time ago, and now you're paying the price. Stuck with a few crappy bikes and an old highway outside your door to ride on, while the guys who straightened up and flew right are sitting pretty, with all the time and money in the world to pursue their dreams. Dreams they earned. Dreams they deserve.

Detective Webb, do you ever give Lay homilies? It would be an honor to have you at my lectern one Sunday.
Padre, I wouldn't lay a homilie if it was Wednesday League Night and J. Edgar Hoover hit on me. I don't know what crackpot internet site you got your accreditation from, but it's not on my favorite's page. Maybe you think you're a "cool cat" with enough room in your world view for gays and adulterers and lady executives, but not me, mister. When the clock strikes midnight, I'm home with my wife and children. And that's on a bad night.

I couldn't remember what I wanted to talk about. Who's idea was it, this getting older and forgetting stuff? :)

Isn't it a prerequisite for reading this forum?

Ken, safe in the knowledge that if he gets flamed he can say "who, me? I didn't say that!"

It's where hard work and diligence are rewarded, and guys who take the easy way out of every tight spot end up where they belong...and that's in breadlines and hop houses and brothels, .

Breadline, hop house, cat house--they all sound mighty fine from here. Got any addresses?

Some of you may have missed something. A closer look at the San Diego policemen on bicycles will reveal the following:

http://members.aol.com/bfn50gallery/digitalpolice.JPG

Yeah, but even closer inspection reveals this!:

The only med you need, son, is hard work and a little respect for the men who stand guard over you while you sleep off your latest bout with intoxication. Me, I get high on life, and the satisfaction of a job well done. Yeah, law enforcement is a dirty job and it doesn't pay much...unless you consider the respect of your peers the most valuable thing a man can achieve. Which is why women make lousy cops. Yeah, that's what I said: women make lousy cops. Show me a gal who can handle herself in a tight spot, and I'll show you a likely candidate for a sex change operation. Oh sure, they're great in the kitchen and plenty of fun in the sack, but there's more to life than filling your gut with stale leftovers then blowing your wad a few hours later...and I'm not talking about chewing gum, either. But I don't have to tell you that, do I Johnny boy? You graduated from chewing gum to illicit sex a long time ago, and now you're paying the price. Stuck with a few crappy bikes and an old highway outside your door to ride on, while the guys who straightened up and flew right are sitting pretty, with all the time and money in the world to pursue their dreams. Dreams they earned. Dreams they deserve.


Oh yeah? OH YEAH? Well you're wrong Flat Foot, Mr. Knows Everything Detective! I'll have you know that I didn't go from chewing gum to illicit sex a long time ago! It was only a couple of year...wait...what am I saying here?

And my bikes aren't crappy either! They're vintage--and everybody wants one! So there!

Breadline, hop house, cat house--they all sound mighty fine from here. Got any addresses?
"Mighty fine" might be good enough for you, sir, but not for me. And not for millions of other honest, hard working Americans. Addresses? Oh, I've got the only address you need, Mr. B. And that's a little place we call hell.