Alabama mom wrecking ball."
Are you being sarcastic though? How old are you, CH?
hahaha, that bama wrecking ball is hilarious
I guess you missed the end where I say "Seriously though...."?
I only stop for red lights and stop signs, but my backup is my cell phone. My wife and kids enjoy (a little to much in my opinion...) coming to my aide when I have a mechanical problem.
Strava is the only reason I'm on the bike at the moment, so it isn't that bad.
I agree with squiddy your lack of preparation is not necessarily my problem.
I would have stopped though. I have helped a homeless man with a flat once who was extremely ungrateful ( not so much as a thank you) and would do so again. Every rider I meet on the road that is stopped on the road is asked if they are ok.
I do not expect the same out of every other cyclist I see.
Pay it forward take care of yourself
"Are you finished and satisfied with the thread up to this point? If so, if you don't mind, I'm inclined to close it now, the quality posts have dwindled - it's circling the bowl now." BillyD
I can't climb and do not sprint well so I over compensate with bad form and lack of endurance
2008 Wilier Mortorolio - 2008 Stumpjumper Hardtail - 1986 Paramount
I felt like Sir John Gielgud in Arthur.
Can you be a little more specific? I have a lot of scabby looking neighbors with pee stains on their pants.
That's the beauty of Oceanside: there is no right side of the tracks.
I flatted on SART this summer without pump nor patches. The only guy who stopped & helped by giving me a patch kit was one of the local homeless who lived in the bushes in Bixby ranch. Everyone else just rolled by.
diffusion of responsibility. SART's crowded, and everyone assumes that everyone else will take care of the goofy-lookin' dude who forgot his patch&pump.
What's up Merk? You been back to Gigaguns in a while?
Yesterday I went out for a ride having changed my saddle the day before. I forgot to put my saddle-bag back on, which contains my spare tubes and C02 stuff. I turned around and went back home, cutting my ride really short. Why? Because while many people would toss me a spare tube or lend a pump or whatever, I'm not going to expect that anyone would and I did NOT want to walk home. Or have to call for a ride.
Granted it's not the same situation as the OP relayed, however, expecting people to help you and claiming that the world sucks when they don't is ludicrous.
Certainly be happy and grateful when you do get help, but don't expect it.
Maybe the OP's acquaintance just needed to cool off before getting on the Internet.
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"Hey don't bug me, I'm an Olympic athlete on Strava." Not.
The exhorting of social media as a reason to not respond to an actual person is ironic.
Some here took the OP(from FB) to task, shaming as it's known, and in the same turn gave themself a heaping of praise for their own experience or preparedness. Gauche.
One poster, whose avatar shows an act of trespassing and possible vandalism, writes of responsibility.
It's very hard to sort through the rubble around here.
How about yerself?
Interesting link to diffusion of responsibility. Read on the subject for fire alarm design certification. Panic doesn't kill, lack of action kills.
My ol' W650 hasn't run in a few years. Need to find a bearded retrogrouch with a PhD in mech engineering and probably a German accent to help me get the bevel gears aligned properly. Neat design, but a little too unique for most of the dealership techs (and for me) to figure out.
Still riding the old 9R and EX500. 75000 miles on the former, and I just rode her to Colorado back in August. Fun trip.
Been on house-arrest for the last 3 months after a large offroad pickup truck made a left turn into me. Two broken bones in my foot, and I've gained more than 15 pounds since then. Challenges? Yeah, a few here too. But every day above ground is a good one.
I don't envy you, parting with some of your bikes. I've got 6 bicycles in my living room and I think I'd have an easier time parting with my thumbs. 4 should be manageable.
Ride safe out there, and maybe once I'm back up to speed, I can pedal up there and buy you a pitcher & pie.
Paz y amor, hermano-cosmico!
Passed a few dozens cars and four motorcycles on my way back down Pikes Peak.
Before you go on a ride, think about why you are riding (priorities) and who it might be that may need help.