Heh, I know what some of you gonna say: 'not another snob thred'.
Ah well, it seems most readers here enjoy these stories so I thought I'd share this stupid funny snob story to waste your time.
So I'm out there biking (what else would I be doing outside?) and I see this other dude also on a roadbike at the intersection to the highway.
I go on my way, and I later realized that the guy turned around and came my route as well. The highway stretches for 10 km and flat out, the perfect oppurtunity for me to improve my spin. So I was mainting anywhere between 30-40 KPH along there, and the guy well behind me. I slowed down later to make a left turn and after to help a guy in need of directions.
That was enough for him to catch up 20 meters behind me. After that I maintained my previous speed. A few minutes after I saw his shadow creeping behind me and he came up right on my ass.
At this moment I'm thinking of saying something to him like: "How are you?" or "You mind if I catch your drift for a while?"... you know, something to break the ice.
Anyways as he passes I turn to him and all I see is a blank face with cheeks full of exhalation... a face of a racer taking on the lead or something... he did not care to turn his face one degree to side or at least down to make something of a nod. No I was discouraged to say anything.
I see his bike, and it's one sweet looking touring machine. Then I see his calves and they were the size of damn bricks. Usually I try to maintin speed with anyone that passes me but I was so intimidated that I thought I was gonna look like an idiot taking on this pro.
A few seconds after something funny happens... as I was maintaing my previous speed I noticed that I was almost catching up to him. The dude was going the exact same speed as I was before.
I mean here was a guy that had a bike at least four times more expensive than mine and he was at least 5-10 years older than me.
It just makes me chuckle every time I'm reminded if his blank and determined face as he passed me with considerable pain. He looked like a horse wearing those side eye patches that prevent the animal from being distracted by things at its side. Not that I care, but he looked like a damn moron.
Ah well, it seems most readers here enjoy these stories so I thought I'd share this stupid funny snob story to waste your time.
So I'm out there biking (what else would I be doing outside?) and I see this other dude also on a roadbike at the intersection to the highway.
I go on my way, and I later realized that the guy turned around and came my route as well. The highway stretches for 10 km and flat out, the perfect oppurtunity for me to improve my spin. So I was mainting anywhere between 30-40 KPH along there, and the guy well behind me. I slowed down later to make a left turn and after to help a guy in need of directions.
That was enough for him to catch up 20 meters behind me. After that I maintained my previous speed. A few minutes after I saw his shadow creeping behind me and he came up right on my ass.
At this moment I'm thinking of saying something to him like: "How are you?" or "You mind if I catch your drift for a while?"... you know, something to break the ice.
Anyways as he passes I turn to him and all I see is a blank face with cheeks full of exhalation... a face of a racer taking on the lead or something... he did not care to turn his face one degree to side or at least down to make something of a nod. No I was discouraged to say anything.
I see his bike, and it's one sweet looking touring machine. Then I see his calves and they were the size of damn bricks. Usually I try to maintin speed with anyone that passes me but I was so intimidated that I thought I was gonna look like an idiot taking on this pro.
A few seconds after something funny happens... as I was maintaing my previous speed I noticed that I was almost catching up to him. The dude was going the exact same speed as I was before.
I mean here was a guy that had a bike at least four times more expensive than mine and he was at least 5-10 years older than me.
It just makes me chuckle every time I'm reminded if his blank and determined face as he passed me with considerable pain. He looked like a horse wearing those side eye patches that prevent the animal from being distracted by things at its side. Not that I care, but he looked like a damn moron.
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Originally posted by Amir R. Pakdel
Heh, I know what some of you gonna say: 'not another snob thread'.
omg not another snob thread......seriously take that stupid code out of your user title, its just gunna cause crap...Originally posted by Amir R. Pakdel
Heh, I know what some of you gonna say: 'not another snob thread'.
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Originally posted by KleinMp99
omg not another snob thread......seriously take that stupid code out of your user title, its just gunna cause crap...
Like that extra "_____________________" that you have added to your location which expands posts over my browser?Originally posted by KleinMp99
omg not another snob thread......seriously take that stupid code out of your user title, its just gunna cause crap...
I'll take it off when someone protests. Someone other than you that is.
Sounds like he was so determined to catch you that he blew up completely.
Hopefully he learned a good lesson about taking himself too seriously.
Hopefully he learned a good lesson about taking himself too seriously.
i use a biker up ahead as an opportunity to 'chase'
but when i do catch up i chat - i've met riding buddies that way. once you put forth the effort to chase, you are pretty much committed to keeping up or if the other cyclist is the snob (out on a recovery ride or something) then having enough left to blow past.
and i'm not even sure snob is the right word here.....
but when i do catch up i chat - i've met riding buddies that way. once you put forth the effort to chase, you are pretty much committed to keeping up or if the other cyclist is the snob (out on a recovery ride or something) then having enough left to blow past.
and i'm not even sure snob is the right word here.....
Amir, I'm a pretty fair cyclist. I'm also probably more than 15 years older than you. [Just ask Spire how old I am, he rode with my group this weekend]. I have no doubt that you have more raw power than I do.
On the other hand, it occurred to me yesterday, returning home after a 120 km ride with a couple of my buddies, where we kept up a 28.5 km/h average, that I was totally cooked. One young guy on a shiny new bike shot past us on the last leg. Normally, he wouldn't have gotten past me. But I was cooked.
I probably looked like I was a straining old fart to him.
The moral of the story is that you should never judge a fellow cyclist's strength until you know how many miles he has that day. How fresh were you at that point? How cooked was he? MAybe he didn't respond to you because he'd just done a solo century at 29 km/h, had run out of food and was starting to bonk really bad...
These are things you always have to take into account.
[BTW, after we got into town, we did the Mount Pleasant climb to wring the last bit of energy from our systems. It was stupid, but it was one of those macho bike things. It was beautiful.]
On the other hand, it occurred to me yesterday, returning home after a 120 km ride with a couple of my buddies, where we kept up a 28.5 km/h average, that I was totally cooked. One young guy on a shiny new bike shot past us on the last leg. Normally, he wouldn't have gotten past me. But I was cooked.
I probably looked like I was a straining old fart to him.
The moral of the story is that you should never judge a fellow cyclist's strength until you know how many miles he has that day. How fresh were you at that point? How cooked was he? MAybe he didn't respond to you because he'd just done a solo century at 29 km/h, had run out of food and was starting to bonk really bad...
These are things you always have to take into account.
[BTW, after we got into town, we did the Mount Pleasant climb to wring the last bit of energy from our systems. It was stupid, but it was one of those macho bike things. It was beautiful.]
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Originally posted by velocipedio
The moral of the story is that you should never judge a fellow cyclist's strength until you know how many miles he has that day. How fresh were you at that point? How cooked was he? MAybe he didn't respond to you because he'd just done a solo century at 29 km/h, had run out of food and was starting to bonk really bad...
Yes, that is possible, and I wouldn't be surprised if he was a much better rider than me. It's just the way he looked as he passed me with his face less than half a meter from mine. I could care less about being shrugged off by other cyclists for whatever reason.Originally posted by velocipedio
The moral of the story is that you should never judge a fellow cyclist's strength until you know how many miles he has that day. How fresh were you at that point? How cooked was he? MAybe he didn't respond to you because he'd just done a solo century at 29 km/h, had run out of food and was starting to bonk really bad...