...when you smash someone on the road and they have about $1200 over you in bicycle spending?


For me it feels fabulous.

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I think he means 'shell'. as for moi..being the smashee I am glad it makes your day. OH are you one of those people who are constantly training for the worlds and therefore do not have time to wave hello to another cyclist?

Damn, I forgot this type of post for my reply in the "Lame" thread. This is the lamest sentiment in C&V,period.

There's a version of this thread in the SSFG, Recumbent, Commuting, and Hybrid forums. Maybe they should all be merged into a single "I Dropped a Rider On a More Expensive Bike" forum.

Oh, I get it now. And okay, I admit it, I shared OP's sentiment the first time I did it, I think in 1979. I was about 30 miles into a 45 mile ride, chugging up a long steep hill on my yellow Raleigh Record, and I passed a guy on a Paramount. See, I remember it clearly after all this time, I thought I was pretty tough! I was seventeen at the time.

Ride with me and you can have that feeling every day. It doens't hurt my feelings (or my very expensive bike's feelings) at all.

Their bike is still $1,200 over you...

fify

I do think its part of the cyclist rite-of-passage, thinking that everyone on the road is out there to race, and race you specifically.

Moreover, after a whole day of riding why would I need to keep up with someone who might be "just put on my spandex" fresh.

When I used to do it, it was less about the cost of the bike and more about the fact that I'm riding an upright mountain bike dusting you on the flats with knobbies.

Now its the other way around, I enjoy if people want to do this to me. I ride up to them after they (try) to dust me and see if they're really game, had a nice competitive run between Corvallis and Albany the other day.

Like talking to yourself, racing without the other person knowing is not right.

my bike can beat up your bike.

On your marks, get set...

My bike can "Lance-look" your bike.

My ride partner has about seven thousand over me in bicycle, and I can drop her (Custom Waterford versus thrift store bike). But she's good company, so I generally don't. She does occasionally send me out to destroy the stray Cervelo, though.

It really doesn't matter what you're riding or what the other guy/gal is... just have fun.

And don't forget to factor in that the real soul crushers probably were provided their bikes for free or at cost.

So, are we talking about retail or out of pocket?

Lighten up on the OP. He lives on the only hill in Florida.

What i like is chasing down someone up the road & finding they are riding a 70's or 80's classic bike, then riding at a pace slow enough to talk about his old bike & make a friend. That is fabulous!

Excellent




then you need to come around my neck of the woods and drop me when I'm riding one of my classics. The sheer exhiliaration and ultimate state of Nirvana will blow your mind.

I've been DFL in my group all season long whether on an old or modern ride. Smash at will.

Wait, do we mean $1200 total bike spending, or just $1200 on that bike? If the former, then I fear I may be the guy you are out there smashing.

For me, I just love the feeling I get when I carry more grocery weight on my old Stumpy pulling a converted kiddie trailer. Now that is a real smashing. By the way, children, I bring home 100 pounds of groceries all the time (three growing boys in the house). Plus about 30 pounds of bike. Plus about 20 pounds of trailer. Plus about 240 pounds of high grade engine. That comes out to almost 400 pounds. Smash that.

jim

Keep it up!
-Gene-

dfl > dnf > dns

It means nothing to me pass.....or be passed. Peeps be passing me on P.O.S. department store bikes all the time. Then again, they probably didnt have a tumor on their spinal chord that blocked 95% of the canal.

Jim, are you running air brakes on your bikes?

Very few cyclists around here to pass or be passed, but not too long ago, I was leisurely spinning up a steep hill and a jogger pulled alongside me. Turns out he had just entered the road maybe 200 yards back, but we had a nice conversation until the hill crested...then I dropped the hammer on him (i.e. my weight carried me down the hill faster than he could run).