C&V monologe....
06-03-11 | 11:49 PM
#3
Senior Member
Joined: Dec 2004
Posts: 15,427
Likes: 8,345
From: Seattle area
Bikes: Bikes??? Thought this was social media?!?
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like
Bicycle races are coming your way
So forget all your duties oh yeah
Fat bottomed girls they'll be riding today
So look out for those beauties oh yeah
On your marks get set go
Bicycle race bicycle race bicycle race
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like
Bicycle races are coming your way
So forget all your duties oh yeah
Fat bottomed girls they'll be riding today
So look out for those beauties oh yeah
On your marks get set go
Bicycle race bicycle race bicycle race
06-04-11 | 10:13 AM
#5
Thread Starter
Banned.
Joined: Dec 2007
Posts: 27,199
Likes: 1,463
I’m a cyclist and I believe in steel, forged in the heat that made the earth, balanced in the hands of craftsman. I believe in the harmonic hum of tensioned stainless spokes and the silent complaint of rubber on the road. I want to look down and see lugs, the evidence of construction from a simpler time; and polished pieces that evoke the glimmer of riches past. Stems and bars should be an amiable pairing, requiring necessary thought and consideration before alteration. A shift should be a metallic confirmation of a choice in effort; braking should be a moderated, concerted interruption of inertia. My ride is a shiny glider of steel, alloy, and chrome, tempered by rubber, leather and cork. I don’t propel it, I wear it as an extension of myself while I command the surface of the planet over which I move, on my own power, at the time of my own choosing, in a manner which I alone mandate.
Last edited by RobbieTunes; 06-04-11 at 02:31 PM.
06-04-11 | 10:36 AM
#6
Get off my lawn!
Joined: Nov 2010
Posts: 6,035
Likes: 119
From: The Garden State
Bikes: 1917 Loomis, 1923 Rudge, 1930 Hercules Renown, 1947 Mclean, 1948 JA Holland, 1955 Hetchins, 1957 Carlton Flyer, 1962 Raleigh Sport, 1978&81 Raleigh Gomp GS', 2010 Raliegh Clubman
I'm alittle scared
06-04-11 | 11:41 AM
#8
Senior Member
Joined: Jan 2010
Posts: 684
Likes: 2
From: Pennsyl-tuckey
Bikes: '86 Cannondale SR400, '86 Pugeot PX10, '92 Bianchi Axis, '95 Bianchi Campione d'Italia, '00 Fondriest X-Status, '08 Specialized Roubaix, '13 Cannondale CAADX
I've got a Bike
You can ride it if you like
It's got a basket, a bell that rings, and things to make it look good
I'd give it to you if I could
But I borrowed it
Syd Barret of Pink Floyd
"The Piper at the Gates of Dawn" (1967)
You can ride it if you like
It's got a basket, a bell that rings, and things to make it look good
I'd give it to you if I could
But I borrowed it
Syd Barret of Pink Floyd
"The Piper at the Gates of Dawn" (1967)
06-04-11 | 12:13 PM
#9
Senior Member
Joined: May 2011
Posts: 584
Likes: 66
From: the LOU, Mo
Bikes: Bianchi Nuevo Alloro, Cannondale ST400, Fuji Palisade, GT Timberline FS, Raleigh Technium 420, Schwinn Moab, Schwinn Passage, Schwinn Tempo, Specialized Sirrus Elite (aluminum), Specialized Sirrus Triple (steel), Trek 7.6, Viner Road Record
Yes you do......
I’m a cyclist and I believe in steel, forged in the heat that made the earth, balanced in the hands of craftsman. I believe in the harmonic hum of tensioned stainless spokes and the silent complaint of rubber on the road. I want to look down and see lugs, the evidence of construction from a simpler time; and polished pieces that evoke the glimmer of riches past. Stems and bars should an amiable pairing, requiring necessary thought and consideration before alteration. A shift should be a metallic confirmation of a choice in effort; braking should be a moderated, concerted interruption of inertia. My ride is a shiny glider of steel, alloy, and chrome, tempered by rubber, leather and cork. I don’t propel it, I wear it as an extension of myself while I command the surface of the planet over which I move, on my own power, at the time of my own choosing, in a manner which I alone mandate.
I’m a cyclist and I believe in steel, forged in the heat that made the earth, balanced in the hands of craftsman. I believe in the harmonic hum of tensioned stainless spokes and the silent complaint of rubber on the road. I want to look down and see lugs, the evidence of construction from a simpler time; and polished pieces that evoke the glimmer of riches past. Stems and bars should an amiable pairing, requiring necessary thought and consideration before alteration. A shift should be a metallic confirmation of a choice in effort; braking should be a moderated, concerted interruption of inertia. My ride is a shiny glider of steel, alloy, and chrome, tempered by rubber, leather and cork. I don’t propel it, I wear it as an extension of myself while I command the surface of the planet over which I move, on my own power, at the time of my own choosing, in a manner which I alone mandate.
06-05-11 | 11:07 AM
#12
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Joined: Sep 2007
Posts: 6,944
Likes: 853
From: Wilmette, IL
Yes you do......
I’m a cyclist and I believe in steel, forged in the heat that made the earth, balanced in the hands of craftsman. I believe in the harmonic hum of tensioned stainless spokes and the silent complaint of rubber on the road. I want to look down and see lugs, the evidence of construction from a simpler time; and polished pieces that evoke the glimmer of riches past. Stems and bars should be an amiable pairing, requiring necessary thought and consideration before alteration. A shift should be a metallic confirmation of a choice in effort; braking should be a moderated, concerted interruption of inertia. My ride is a shiny glider of steel, alloy, and chrome, tempered by rubber, leather and cork. I don’t propel it, I wear it as an extension of myself while I command the surface of the planet over which I move, on my own power, at the time of my own choosing, in a manner which I alone mandate.
I’m a cyclist and I believe in steel, forged in the heat that made the earth, balanced in the hands of craftsman. I believe in the harmonic hum of tensioned stainless spokes and the silent complaint of rubber on the road. I want to look down and see lugs, the evidence of construction from a simpler time; and polished pieces that evoke the glimmer of riches past. Stems and bars should be an amiable pairing, requiring necessary thought and consideration before alteration. A shift should be a metallic confirmation of a choice in effort; braking should be a moderated, concerted interruption of inertia. My ride is a shiny glider of steel, alloy, and chrome, tempered by rubber, leather and cork. I don’t propel it, I wear it as an extension of myself while I command the surface of the planet over which I move, on my own power, at the time of my own choosing, in a manner which I alone mandate.
06-05-11 | 07:01 PM
#13
PanGalacticGargleBlaster
Joined: Apr 2009
Posts: 7,531
Likes: 9
From: Smugglers Notch, Vermont
Bikes: Upright and Recumbent....too many to list, mostly Vintage.
This is my Bicycle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My Bicycle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My Bicycle, without me, is useless. Without my bike, I am useless.
I must ride my bike well. I must ride faster than my opponent who is trying to pass me. I must pass him before he passes me. I will...
My Bicycle and myself know that what counts in this life is not the miles we log, the speed of our burst, nor the wool we wear. We know that it is the journey that counts. We will ride...
My bike is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its bearings and its spokes. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my bike clean and ready. We will become part of each other.
My Bicycle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My Bicycle, without me, is useless. Without my bike, I am useless.
I must ride my bike well. I must ride faster than my opponent who is trying to pass me. I must pass him before he passes me. I will...
My Bicycle and myself know that what counts in this life is not the miles we log, the speed of our burst, nor the wool we wear. We know that it is the journey that counts. We will ride...
My bike is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its bearings and its spokes. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my bike clean and ready. We will become part of each other.
__________________
--Don't Panic.
--Don't Panic.
06-05-11 | 09:53 PM
#14
To ride, or not to ride, that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler on the road to suffer
The taunts and snears of the CF wonderboys,
Or to shift gears on the downtube,
And by error crosschain? To bonk, to
crash,
No more; and by an upgrade to say we end
The nostalgia, and the thousand friction
shifts
That Campagnolo is heir to: ‘tis an end
Hardly to be wished. To bonk, to crash;
To crash, perchance to settle – ay, there’s
the rub:
For with that insurance settlement what
bike may come,
When we’ve sold our steel frame for scrap,
Must give us pause – there’s the act
That makes calamity of skilled artisans.
For who would bear the skips and clacking
of chains,
The ghost shifting, the single pivot’s
inferior braking,
The mess of tubulars glue, the cable
clamps,
The threaded headset, and the loose
ball bearings in cup and cone assemblies,
When he himself might his ease make
with modern STI? Who would fewer gears
bear,
To grunt and sweat in 42/21,
But that the dread of something after steel,
The modern LBS from whose
trip
No retrogrouch returns, with proper advice,
And makes us rather wrench on our own
bikes
Than have a BMX kid touch our ride?
Thus plastic does make skeptics of us
all,
And thus the original patina
Is spray-bombed over by a hipster,
And bosses drewed by an angle grinder,
With this act our loyalties heighten,
And forsake clipless pedals. Soft you now,
Fair Sturmey Archer! IGH, in thy pawls
Be all my miles remembered.
Oh crap, that's a soliloquy, not a monologue.
Whether ‘tis nobler on the road to suffer
The taunts and snears of the CF wonderboys,
Or to shift gears on the downtube,
And by error crosschain? To bonk, to
crash,
No more; and by an upgrade to say we end
The nostalgia, and the thousand friction
shifts
That Campagnolo is heir to: ‘tis an end
Hardly to be wished. To bonk, to crash;
To crash, perchance to settle – ay, there’s
the rub:
For with that insurance settlement what
bike may come,
When we’ve sold our steel frame for scrap,
Must give us pause – there’s the act
That makes calamity of skilled artisans.
For who would bear the skips and clacking
of chains,
The ghost shifting, the single pivot’s
inferior braking,
The mess of tubulars glue, the cable
clamps,
The threaded headset, and the loose
ball bearings in cup and cone assemblies,
When he himself might his ease make
with modern STI? Who would fewer gears
bear,
To grunt and sweat in 42/21,
But that the dread of something after steel,
The modern LBS from whose
trip
No retrogrouch returns, with proper advice,
And makes us rather wrench on our own
bikes
Than have a BMX kid touch our ride?
Thus plastic does make skeptics of us
all,
And thus the original patina
Is spray-bombed over by a hipster,
And bosses drewed by an angle grinder,
With this act our loyalties heighten,
And forsake clipless pedals. Soft you now,
Fair Sturmey Archer! IGH, in thy pawls
Be all my miles remembered.
Oh crap, that's a soliloquy, not a monologue.
06-05-11 | 11:58 PM
#16
Senior Member
Joined: Jun 2009
Posts: 2,306
Likes: 4
From: Montereyish
I have a bike.
I ride it, and it makes me happy when I do.
It allows me to relax while my heart gets pumping.
I don’t care if it’s steel, aluminum, titanium, carbon, or bamboo…
Allowing my mind & body a time away from the absurdity makes it the most real and important thing that I do for myself, and those I love.
I ride it, and it makes me happy when I do.
It allows me to relax while my heart gets pumping.
I don’t care if it’s steel, aluminum, titanium, carbon, or bamboo…
Allowing my mind & body a time away from the absurdity makes it the most real and important thing that I do for myself, and those I love.
06-06-11 | 10:34 AM
#17
PanGalacticGargleBlaster
Joined: Apr 2009
Posts: 7,531
Likes: 9
From: Smugglers Notch, Vermont
Bikes: Upright and Recumbent....too many to list, mostly Vintage.
To ride, or not to ride, that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler on the road to suffer
The taunts and snears of the CF wonderboys,
Or to shift gears on the downtube,
And by error crosschain? To bonk, to
crash,
No more; and by an upgrade to say we end
The nostalgia, and the thousand friction
shifts
That Campagnolo is heir to: ‘tis an end
Hardly to be wished. To bonk, to crash;
To crash, perchance to settle – ay, there’s
the rub:
For with that insurance settlement what
bike may come,
When we’ve sold our steel frame for scrap,
Must give us pause – there’s the act
That makes calamity of skilled artisans.
For who would bear the skips and clacking
of chains,
The ghost shifting, the single pivot’s
inferior braking,
The mess of tubulars glue, the cable
clamps,
The threaded headset, and the loose
ball bearings in cup and cone assemblies,
When he himself might his ease make
with modern STI? Who would fewer gears
bear,
To grunt and sweat in 42/21,
But that the dread of something after steel,
The modern LBS from whose
trip
No retrogrouch returns, with proper advice,
And makes us rather wrench on our own
bikes
Than have a BMX kid touch our ride?
Thus plastic does make skeptics of us
all,
And thus the original patina
Is spray-bombed over by a hipster,
And bosses drewed by an angle grinder,
With this act our loyalties heighten,
And forsake clipless pedals. Soft you now,
Fair Sturmey Archer! IGH, in thy pawls
Be all my miles remembered.
Oh crap, that's a soliloquy, not a monologue.
Whether ‘tis nobler on the road to suffer
The taunts and snears of the CF wonderboys,
Or to shift gears on the downtube,
And by error crosschain? To bonk, to
crash,
No more; and by an upgrade to say we end
The nostalgia, and the thousand friction
shifts
That Campagnolo is heir to: ‘tis an end
Hardly to be wished. To bonk, to crash;
To crash, perchance to settle – ay, there’s
the rub:
For with that insurance settlement what
bike may come,
When we’ve sold our steel frame for scrap,
Must give us pause – there’s the act
That makes calamity of skilled artisans.
For who would bear the skips and clacking
of chains,
The ghost shifting, the single pivot’s
inferior braking,
The mess of tubulars glue, the cable
clamps,
The threaded headset, and the loose
ball bearings in cup and cone assemblies,
When he himself might his ease make
with modern STI? Who would fewer gears
bear,
To grunt and sweat in 42/21,
But that the dread of something after steel,
The modern LBS from whose
trip
No retrogrouch returns, with proper advice,
And makes us rather wrench on our own
bikes
Than have a BMX kid touch our ride?
Thus plastic does make skeptics of us
all,
And thus the original patina
Is spray-bombed over by a hipster,
And bosses drewed by an angle grinder,
With this act our loyalties heighten,
And forsake clipless pedals. Soft you now,
Fair Sturmey Archer! IGH, in thy pawls
Be all my miles remembered.
Oh crap, that's a soliloquy, not a monologue.
__________________
--Don't Panic.
--Don't Panic.
06-06-11 | 10:38 AM
#18
multimodal commuter
Joined: Nov 2006
Posts: 19,810
Likes: 597
From: NJ, NYC, LI
Bikes: 1940s Fothergill, 1959 Allegro Special, 1963? Claud Butler Olympic Sprint, Lambert 'Clubman', 1974 Fuji "the Ace", 1976 Holdsworth 650b conversion rando bike, 1983 Trek 720 tourer, 1984 Counterpoint Opus II, 1993 Basso Gap, 2010 Downtube 8h, and...
Guys, we have to get together for a C&V poetry slam sometime! I'll bring my favorite percussion instrument, which is a 1923 Underwood typewriter.
06-06-11 | 12:13 PM
#20
Senior Member
Joined: Jun 2008
Posts: 1,226
Likes: 2
From: Metro Detroit
Well, I am floored. Except for the hamburger phone cite and the reference to "Cool Hand Luke". I don't know whether the posts were created by the posters, or are from another source. Could you all please indicate which? I've enjoyed them all, especially the Shakespearean soliloquy.
06-06-11 | 12:15 PM
#21
Senior Member
Joined: Jun 2008
Posts: 1,226
Likes: 2
From: Metro Detroit
This is my Bicycle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My Bicycle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My Bicycle, without me, is useless. Without my bike, I am useless.
I must ride my bike well. I must ride faster than my opponent who is trying to pass me. I must pass him before he passes me. I will...
My Bicycle and myself know that what counts in this life is not the miles we log, the speed of our burst, nor the wool we wear. We know that it is the journey that counts. We will ride...
My bike is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its bearings and its spokes. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my bike clean and ready. We will become part of each other.
My Bicycle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My Bicycle, without me, is useless. Without my bike, I am useless.
I must ride my bike well. I must ride faster than my opponent who is trying to pass me. I must pass him before he passes me. I will...
My Bicycle and myself know that what counts in this life is not the miles we log, the speed of our burst, nor the wool we wear. We know that it is the journey that counts. We will ride...
My bike is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its bearings and its spokes. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my bike clean and ready. We will become part of each other.
06-06-11 | 12:41 PM
#22
No, this is the version 999 produced, before the last did final edits.
It was late, I was delirious. And then the 999 monkeys appeared to commandeer my keyboard!
It was late, I was delirious. And then the 999 monkeys appeared to commandeer my keyboard!
Last edited by JunkYardBike; 06-06-11 at 01:27 PM.
