Join Date: Sep 2003
Location: Cedar Rapids, IA
Bikes: Airborne, LeMond, Bianchi CX, Volae Century, Redline 925 (fixed) and a Burley Tandem.
Grampy™ and the Landrider…..
Ok, so there I was, riding along on this beautiful spring evening on my shiny spit shined titanium, full Ultegra bike, all pimped out with my Nokon cables and Topolino wheels and lookin’ mighty fine, even if I do say so myself. When I passed this guy on a comfort bike.
Now I’m just not a “blow-by-‘em-kind-of-guy”, both in ability and by nature. I’m more of a “ease-up-beside-‘em-and-say-howdy-how-ya-doin’-kind-of-guy”, visit a minute or two, wish ‘em a pleasant evening, and ease on by.
So anyway, I was past my “ease-up-beside-‘em-and-say-howdy-how-ya-doin’-kind-of-guy”, thing and was about to expand our conversation into the realm of what a beautiful evening it was when all of a sudden I was bushwhacked!
Now, the way this guy was struggling to keep his bike going I was truly amazed he could speak. The guy was bobbin’ up and down with every pedal stroke, like he was going up some mountain…. The trail through this section is about as flat as a billiard table. I was fully expecting to do about 99.9% of the “visiting” and then move on. Like I said, this guy Bushwhacked me!
He started going off on how I need to get rid of that “obsolete” style of bike I was riding and get one of these Ultra-easy-to-ride…..LANDRIDERS. I was stunned into silence. He started in on this 5 minute diatribe about how modern his bike was compared to mine. How much easier it was to ride, how his bike anticipates his every need to shift. How difficult it is for me to shift. I must have had the “deer in the headlights” kind of look, which only encouraged him to go on….. I couldn’t get a friggin’ word in edgewise…
We came to a small hill and he finally ran out of enough wind to ride and talk…… and just couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t tell him what a piece of crap he had, I just couldn’t start in on what my bike weighed compared to his, that my wheels were probably more expensive than his whole bike. I just couldn’t pop this guy’s bubble. I must be getting soft…. I just looked into his puffy little round, red, face and I just told him I’d think on it, proved that I must be a Rocket scientist by up shifting twice, stood up and sprinted away.
Coming soon, “Grampy™ and the Amazons, Part II”.