karmical

+1 i've started clowning people for their blatant stupidity as i'm not taking it any longer...with a straight face anyway

but what funnier is hearing a messenger proclaim themselves as being "a messenger" in a crowded lbs, or at a bar, pure gold.

hyperRevue

Yeah, that's what I was referring to when I said "cous cous."
What the hell were you guys talking about?

progre-ss

I like to pretend I'm a messenger again on my lunchtime rides, weaving in and out of traffic, hoping my wife will call my cell and I can pretend it's a call for a pickup/dropoff. I used to mess a long time ago so technically I'm not a posenger right?

I like cous cous and I will eat vegetarian chili (aka bean soup) if they add some meat to it. YUM...meat!

On a side note, the ad agency I work for is shooting a new self promo type video and they've asked all the employees to bring in something personal to "pose" with. Most everyone knows I ride and I was specifically told to bring in my fixie and make spokecards with our company's name and logo. Can we say trackstands on the hardwood in the office lobby? yeah baby!

schnee

If you ride a recumbent, odds are you have gray hair and are some sort of engineer, scientist, or tenured college professor.

powers2b

Add sellout to your list of careers.
(Sorry, I got cought up in the moment)

progre-ss

According to wikipedia "selling out is a common slang phrase. Broadly speaking, it refers to the compromising of one's integrity, morality and principles in exchange for money, success or other personal gain."

I'm not making any money, nor becoming any more successful, nor increasing my personal gain. I'm just a boy, standing in front of a camera, showing off my bike. Now if they offered me a senior art director position or was given part ownership of the company and a corner office, maybe then I'd be selling out. The video is more to show off the varied interests of all the employees here. One guy likes the Dallas Cowboys, another plays the guitar. I ride a fixie. Another guy is bringing his roadie too. I'd be the last person they'd want as company spokesperson/model.

Don't worry though...I still love ya!

schnee

What? Selling out is great.

Better to be a well-fed artist than a starving one.

krillz

dont worry, your far too clean. anyone that matters would never be mistaken about your occupation.

roadfix

Bus drivers give me plenty of space when I'm on my geared bike, but not when I'm on my fixed.

manboy

Effing Barf

12XU

Unless you carry a gigantic two way radio/cell and a metal folder, you don't stand a chance of looking like a messenger.

ChicagoDave

HAHAHAHHA
+1

gregtheripper

unless you are my friend and future roomate who works at barnes and noble and cant figure out a way to lock that ****er up.

Coyote2

I would not be concerned about the stereotyping, soyboy. I am concerned about the fact that your spelling and grammatical skills seem pretty lousy for a teacher.

Loooty

Oh yes, friends, what a wonderful teacher he is!

He's teaching us a lesson about the state of our educational system as we speak, but some are too busy jabbering to hear it.


P.S.
Luckily I always have enough of a lost air about me that I'm never mistaken for a professional, of any kind.

Please specify about how you feel when someone believes you a messenger. Angry how, angry why?

I sometimes feel like an idiot for having some messenger-ish bike junk. It is always difficult to appear free when I look exactly like the image that is being marketed to me.

I saw the dean of a major department of a college come into an important meeting with a brand spanking new Chrome. I couldn't tell what size it was from as far away as I was sitting. It looked like she just walked out of the store with it on because it took her a few moments to figure out how to get it off.

To use a phrase I learned here: the shark has been jumped, folks. You have to accept it. You may or may not have contributed but it has happened. There is no sense in getting angry since you cannot control the image that the general population is going to have of you.

The problem with cool is that it is self-exclusive. It cannot coexist with itself (Well, maybe briefly but it is so difficult to stay ahead of the curve).

The problem with practicality is that it sometimes becomes cool. And we already know the problem with cool.

The problem with riding in jeans with rolled up paint legs is that the seam hurts my crotch.

Keep wearing cycling caps for the next few decades and count how many trend cycles you get through.

Then report back here, in this thread.




What do you think the ratio of messengers to posers is? I’d be interested to see your estimates.

pitboss

anyone with tattoos and a track bike at the velodrome is a messenger. Or so I have heard...

eddiebrannan

preserved lemons for couscous

Ken Cox

Me too!

For an old, fat guy, I get a lot of nice comments about my legs.

les walters

people think im a messenger all the time i figure i could deliver lobsters or clam chowder or something

10x

not all messengers ride fixed.
and, of course not everyone who rides fixed is a messenger.
i think she was just trying to make conversation.
relax and keep yr. ridiculous ego in check and maybe she will be yr. friend.
or at least someone who works in a bike shop, knows how/what you ride, and could help you out better in the future.

stendhalian

instead of checking out your gear she should of checked out your ride. no scratched paint, no grime, polished bars and stem = more than likely not a messenger...

humancongereel

golden raisins, cranberries, etc= barf. the only ways i like fruit...let's see...fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches. and you have to fry them in bacon fat. now that's what killed elvis.

oh, strawberry pie and strawberry-rhubarb pie are heavenly, too. lemon juice in savory dishes--just a little squeeze--brings out flavor beautifully.

i'm scarred on raisins because of a dish my parents made when i was 7. raisins, apples, cinnamon, red onions, purple cabbage...all stewed together into one big nasty mushy pile. i almost threw up but they kept goading me and bribing me and threatening me (with "no dessert", you know?) until i ate it all.

since then, raisins and many fruits have been anathema to me.

koyman

You mean that wasn't dessert? A shame.

mareesha

Excellent.

hyperRevue

+1
That **** sounds good.
Red cabbage is ****ing tasty.