Road Cycling - "F" THE WORLD!!!

This was the general theme of my ride today.

My boss forgot to take her midol or something, bringing my work day to an unpleasant close :mad: I came home in a tiff and forced myself to ride, even though road cycling has become somewhat boring for me, lately.

It started normal enough, until an impatient motorist blared his horn at me and sped past. "That tears it," I thought to myself. "F you, pr*cks in SUV's! F you, boss! F you, hill! F you, pothole! F you, wind! F you, pain! F the whole f-ing world!!"

I pedaled harder than I ever have in my life. I got genuinely angry on every hill and in the face of every gust of wind. I rose out of the saddle and hammered to spite everything holding me back, on the bike and in life. Normally these things would distract me, causing me to zone out during my ride and I would just cruise through it. But this time I focused those distractions like a laser beam and used them to burn up the road. The rush was unbelievable. I'm sitting here, showered and fed, and the adrenaline hasn't quite worn off yet. I beat my old record by a mile per hour and I'm hungry for more.

In the end, I guess I should thank my boss. She helped me rediscover my love of cycling. Thanks, b*tch. See you on Monday. Let's rock.

Footnotes:

No, I haven't been fired.
I am not an axe murderer, or any other type of murderer.
Am I a chauvanist? Probably. Do I have a problem with authority? Definitely!

careful with that axe eugene

Try screaming when you ride. (if no one is near by) . There is a long steep upgrade that I climb, then coast down, over and over as fast as I can. Eventually it hurts so bad I could almost puke or start crying, so I scream out loud and get totally pissed at "it" and hammer on even harder right through the burn. Yeah,,, it's good for your head. Rock on dude....rock on.

*jumps up and cheers!!!*

Very inspirational man, that was great. I am literally printing your post out so I can read it later.

FOCK YOU you mad at the world mother focker , next time ill run over your cycling dork ass! whata you expect riding against traffic!

Are you an SUV hater or something?

This was the general theme of my ride today.

My boss forgot to take her midol or something, bringing my work day to an unpleasant close :mad: I came home in a tiff and forced myself to ride, even though road cycling has become somewhat boring for me, lately.

It started normal enough, until an impatient motorist blared his horn at me and sped past. "That tears it," I thought to myself. "F you, pr*cks in SUV's! F you, boss! F you, hill! F you, pothole! F you, wind! F you, pain! F the whole f-ing world!!"

I pedaled harder than I ever have in my life. I got genuinely angry on every hill and in the face of every gust of wind. I rose out of the saddle and hammered to spite everything holding me back, on the bike and in life. Normally these things would distract me, causing me to zone out during my ride and I would just cruise through it. But this time I focused those distractions like a laser beam and used them to burn up the road. The rush was unbelievable. I'm sitting here, showered and fed, and the adrenaline hasn't quite worn off yet. I beat my old record by a mile per hour and I'm hungry for more.

In the end, I guess I should thank my boss. She helped me rediscover my love of cycling. Thanks, b*tch. See you on Monday. Let's rock.

Footnotes:

No, I haven't been fired.
I am not an axe murderer, or any other type of murderer.
Am I a chauvanist? Probably. Do I have a problem with authority? Definitely!


I had a similar experience a few years ago, right after I re-started cycling. I never rode further than 15 miles in a day, and that was 7 1/2 out and 7 1/2 back. I came home in a tiff like you, got on my bike, and next think I remembe, I was 30 miles down the road, lost, and having averaged an incredible, for me at the time, 15.1 mph! I was exhausted, but no longer stressed out. I rode around until I figured out where I was, took out my cell phone, called my wife and said "Come get me!"

Try screaming when you ride. (if no one is near by) . There is a long steep upgrade that I climb, then coast down, over and over as fast as I can. Eventually it hurts so bad I could almost puke or start crying, so I scream out loud and get totally pissed at "it" and hammer on even harder right through the burn. Yeah,,, it's good for your head. Rock on dude....rock on.

I agree! I regularly scream at the &$&#_)&*@% who designed the hills on St. Stephen's Church and Chesterfield Roads as I ride up and down them.

To Live311.......sounds like YOU should have taken a Midol.

Call 1-800-shrinks.