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The Knave (part 1 of 3) by Hipcycler
During the 05' summer hip had on ongoing rivalry with a non OCP rider that he would run across on his training route. Bikeforum Classic Literature. Enjoy. This is part 1.
Dedicated to Hipcycler's epic struggle with his arch nemesis- The Knave
Here is the complete story of Hip conquest in chronological order.
09-20-2005
You never know when, during the course of your regular 26-mile training ride, things will suddenly get interesting. Like today for instance....
Nothing unusual in the first half of the ride. At about mile 15 while on the nice wide, flat parkway road, I picked a spot and practiced what a breakaway must be like. From doing 17's, I grabbed a bigger gear, popped out of the saddle and hammered it up to 23, which I then held while down in the drops for about a half mile until the next stop sign. Little did I know at the time I'd be needing to repeat that process for real on this ride!
Pooped, I was thinking about that burst while puttering around 16 toward mile 20.
Then it happend. "The KNAVE" passed me from out of nowhere.
Some background first. I nicknamed him the Knave about two years ago this stranger, because, well, he just seems to me to be a guy that would be like a knave....always there bugging me, tempting me, egging me on in his own way. He's an older guy on an older hybrid bike with fatter tires. His T-shirt flops in the wind. His regular tennis shoes slide on his pedals. He's hunched over the flat bar with the same beat-up old cloth bag strapped to the rack over his back wheel. This is no roadie! This guy can't be passing ME! Of course he can...and has many times over the past few years.
He's an interesting case for me. He's always, and I mean always out there riding when I am. I see him almost daily, but most times this season he's been going the opposite way. On the one hand, I respect the hell out of this guy for what he does on that bike. But on the other hand, he drives me nuts because he's not firendly (I tried talking to him two years ago and got nowhere) and I know he likes to play head games big time. In my opinion, I bet he sort of gets off on burying guys in riding clothes with their fancy bikes. Just the vibe I get.
How do I know that? "The Look" that's how. He always does it. He'll speed up to make a pass, get ahead and give you 'The Look" everytime. It pisses me off still.
So with that background, here's today's story.
The Knave passes me late in my ride. I laugh to myself inside. Finally we meet, and you've made your pass. I know I can pass back if I want, despite being tired because I've done it before. But do I want to play games this late in my ride today? Not really. I ride about 100 feet back from him, holding the distance and tempted....oh so tempted. But what's that noise I hear now? Da heck? Another guy, white sleeveless jersey on an older Trek goes past me to grab the wheel of the Knave. Now I'm really wondering. A new player in the game!
We all stop at an intersection waiting for a couple of cars to pass. (No words spoken of course)
I take off first, but not hard. I'm going into some wind on mile 22 of 26....tired...and wondering how long it will be before they pass me. They didn't. I pulled as it turned out, even though they said nothing to me.
When we got to a downhill through some woods, white sleeveless pulled a breakaway. It was obvious. He planned this. He picked this spot and exploded off the front. Seconds later, The Knave goes squeaking past me in an effort to keep up with him. I just maintain and watch, not knowing really what I shold do at this point. I figured I'd just stay steady and watch them go at it. Around a turn at about 20 mph they went, me in tow a half block back watching and still debating what to do.
Then he did it.
The Knave gave me "The Look" and as usual, it drove me nuts. Now I too said, "Fine. You wanna play, I'm comin' out too." I could see our leader white sleeveless had spend his load already, riding up and easier along the lagoon now. The Knave and I were gaining on him quickly.
White sleeveless went straight where I turn right. He was probably thinking and feeling pretty good about himself for dropping me. He never knew that I was much closer coming back on him. It wasn't the drop he thought.
The Knave, like me and just ahead of me, turned right as well. I would pick him off next...but I saw it coming. He slowed. I've seen him stop at the Greenfield Park golf course clubhouse before, and it was coming up. I blew by him, unable to have beaten him at speed since he pulled off course. But do know Knave, should you ever read this, that you were going down had you continued on! I too can play games.
I should have gone after that first white sleeveless breakaway right away. Waiting really costs you. It took "The Look" from the Knave to make me mad enough to give chase. Like I said before, I don't know why, but "The Look" gets me every time. You?
10-05-2005
Simply incredible day here again today. One last summer fling. Sunny, windy and a high of 85-ish. By tomorrow the high is supposed to be 55-ish. So there I was soaking all of this last hurrah of summer in at 16.6 miles into my 26-mile training ride what do I see? There a block ahead of me coming from my left and turning onto the same route I am taking is "The Knave"
(For background on this spaghetti western, search "The Knave" thread)
Instantly my brain goes goofy. Okay, I'm minding my own business riding along enjoying the weather at a nice easy 16's pace. Now what? Do I make a move on the guy who so torments me with his head games and "The Look" for the past several years? I decide to simply see if I would gain on him, not knowing for sure if I wanted to make a big effort today. I'm closing. Gap is shortening. I wonder, what will I do if I catch him? What if we start from scratch together from being stopped at an upcoming intersection?
Catching someone from behind is no big deal because they don't know you are back there. It is what you do AFTER that that really matters. As we near an intersection I am only a few hundred yards back. He turns to look for traffic as he is about to go left down into a tunnel that crosses under the road. I cross the road because two years ago I crashed in mud down there and vowed never to go through there again.
He looks once....his grey T-shirt flapping in the wind....those hairy little legs in big old beat up white tennis shoes...hunched over his mountain bike just waiting to torment me with his talents....waiting to put the hurt on a guy with a fancy road bike looking hot (as I usually do) in a nice kit!
He sees I am back there and then looks a second time! Game will be on I figure.
But I have to wait for traffic while he breezes through in the tunnel. Now I'm behind, and now, after "The Look" I WANT to bury him. I even altered my route to chase. He takes a MUP farther than me, but I know that from year's experience with the guy, so I too abandon my route and take the MUP...pumping it up to 20 mph now, but not gaining at all. Why? Obvious. He saw me, and as I said, game on.
Problem was that I was not closing much at all at 20...then he got through the busiest intersection of the route, while I got nailed. HUGE lines of two-lane traffic buzzing by. By the time I got going again I couldn't even see him. He was gone.
Yet right toward the end of my ride there he was, pulled off to the side talking to another rider. Soooo, "The Knave" speaks, just not to ME I guess! I ride by looking at them, him and his beat up leather bag strapped to the back of his bike ignoring me while the other guy at least made eye contact.
Our paths shall cross again oh Knave, and one more time this season, you will taste the sour taste of me burying you despite all your efforts to ridicule me.
(Oh...right before I got back I passed another rider who said "Nice bike...I like it" to me. Ahhhh, a poseur's best friend....the unsolicited compliment!
10-06-2005
OK.
Here's how this guy has gotten into my head.
As I prepared for my ride today, I was humming one of the old NFL films songs in my head. I strapped on my best-looking winter gear to battle the icy north wind and grey skies that blew in overnight. From 85 Wednesday to 50 today!
But this is now hunting season....I was preparing to hunt down my arch rival "The Knave" and bury him. One bootie to keep the left (non-unclipping foot) warm and irritate him, which seeing me wearing more good gear would do to him. Extra Bloks for the little needed punch on the road. I was ready.
I had the wind at my back on the 13 miles out, searching but no trace of him out there.
When I turned around I was slapped with that cold wind. My legs were dead. I knew if I saw him now it would be trouble. I knew I did not have my "A" game today. Heck, who am I kidding? I had NO game today whatsoever.
Luckily I never saw him at...not even going in the opposite direction today.
There will be other, better days of the hunt....starting with my next ride on Monday. Not unlike the deer hunters, I will be there in my track stand instead of a tree stand....my weapon locked and loaded, only instead of a rifle that weapon is my legs....And instead of deer hunting clothes...I'll be in my finest kits...I mean come on, blaze orange? Gimme a break!
10-10-2005
Under cloudy skies at 54 degrees, this was not the Monday weather I wanted. Yet after three days rest I felt pretty good and headed out, layered up with digital camera in my riding jacket pocket. Today's goal: try to capture a picture of him to post here for you all. What follows are some fuzzy pictures and yet another chapter that makes me look like an idiot in the book called, "The Knave".
Nine miles into my 26-mile ride I was coming to a right-hander at an intersection when out of nowhere, there he was! The Knave (complete with shorts) was turning left, but had cut down to the apex of the turn and was coming right at me! It was almost like a game of chicken. I panicked and slowed off to the right of the road. I reached for my camera as he rode off down the road I had just taken. I pulled off to the side to take a picture, but I was too slow. Then a guy in a red jersey went by, apparently in his own little chase with my rival, The Knave.
I was only nine miles in and going the wrong way. Should I? No, I have a long way to go. So what! I turned around and began to chase them into the wind. What the heck was I doing?!
A few miles away I was on a MUP that I usually don't take, but I know the Knave does so I followed. As I caught up doing 20 into the wind I tried to snap a picture. Below you can hardly see the grey dot following the red dot. That's The Knave behind, who was sucking the wheel of red jersey after being passed.
It was too late now, I needed to get home. No more chasing. My camera survived a big hit. Tomorrow will be another day. Next up: try to get a better picture of him, then bury him. I had good legs today too. Too bad it didn't work out.
I know it's crazy and the guy has no clue that today he just made a complete idiot out of me...but you know what? I did something different from the usual 26-miles that I have done over 60 times this season. What the heck!
10-11-2005
Same weather as yesterday, a cool 52 with clouds and a breeze. Only despite the temps today I rode without gloves, just so I could better hold and operate the digital camera...in search of a better picture of him today.
My fingers were cold at first, but these are the sacrifices one makes when one is on a mission here at BF. They quickly warmed after the first few miles and I settled in to practice using the camera while riding.
Below is a shot I took of myself while riding, hunting for him on the route.
Well at least it was good practice at shooting a picture while riding.
I got to the spot where I first saw him yesterday, half thinking stupidly that perhaps our paths would cross in the very same spot today. Of course, they did not. Onward.
I felt good today. The stars were getting in line. I had my "A" game, even with the wind in my face. I thought about having the wind at my back if I see him on the second half of the ride. This would be a good thing. I turned at my 13-mile, halfway mark, now riding with the wind a bit and desperate to see him, all hunched over the flat bar of his mountain bike looking so cocky with his $9.95 grey K-Mart sweatshirt flapping in the wind! HA!
No sight of him. But look below at what I DID see. Man, lucky I had the camera with me today.
Now more than halfway through the ride I got down to business. I picked up the pace, simply pretending in my mind that I was chasing him. I wanted to hold 20 mph for about a mile. I did. I tired and thought about the fact that I did not want to use all my matches during practice, just in case I see him and REALLY need to chase.
In the end, there was no Knave sighting today. But I was ready, and thanks to him I rode the route harder than I would have anyway, and I had my camera with me to capture some great photos of the deer today.
Thanks Knave....next up, Thursday or Friday depending on the weather. Wednesday rest and recovery day.
10-13-2005
Today was a rest day. But there is something about the sun. It briefly broke through the haze here this morning and the temps were a little warmer than its been....about 58. Rain and drizzle in the forecast for the day, but once I saw that sun I couldn't sit still. Suddenly I decided to quickly gear up, grab my camera and give a ride a try. It was 9:45 a.m.
But by 10:00 the clouds thickened and Mr. Sun was long gone. Here's the thing though....I FELT FANTASTIC today out there. For the first time in a couple of week things actually felt good again on the bike. There was energy overall, and a life in my legs once again. I have been feeling 'off'...just going through the motions lately and today everything finally fell back into place. Little or no wind...not as cold...I looked down and I was effortlessly doing 19. Yes, this was as a close to a 'no-chain' day as I have had in a long time.
Today....please....let this be the day I hook up with "The Knave" under these conditions. My camera was in my jersey pocket ready to go.
But only six miles in I felt one...then another....then more. Yup, it started to drizzle. With dark clouds in the direction I was going I had to make a decision. I really didn't feel like getting soaked today, and the combination of wet roads and leaves is NOT a place I want to be with my hip. One wrong move and I'm down. Having not crashed for two seasons now, I thought the smart thing to do was to turn around and get home FAST.
So I used the little 12-mile ride as a speed workout. No sighting of him today. But tomorrow the forecast is for even warmer, and DRY.
Camera will be ready...
It appears my legs are ready...
Now the stage is set for the showdown with him...
Sleep well Knave, for tomorrow you may not know what hit you.
Yeah, I've been on your wheel for a good long time. I'll be more than happy to pull us all if you'd just slow down a bit.
Dedicated to Hipcycler's epic struggle with his arch nemesis- The Knave
Here is the complete story of Hip conquest in chronological order.
09-20-2005
You never know when, during the course of your regular 26-mile training ride, things will suddenly get interesting. Like today for instance....
Nothing unusual in the first half of the ride. At about mile 15 while on the nice wide, flat parkway road, I picked a spot and practiced what a breakaway must be like. From doing 17's, I grabbed a bigger gear, popped out of the saddle and hammered it up to 23, which I then held while down in the drops for about a half mile until the next stop sign. Little did I know at the time I'd be needing to repeat that process for real on this ride!
Pooped, I was thinking about that burst while puttering around 16 toward mile 20.
Then it happend. "The KNAVE" passed me from out of nowhere.
Some background first. I nicknamed him the Knave about two years ago this stranger, because, well, he just seems to me to be a guy that would be like a knave....always there bugging me, tempting me, egging me on in his own way. He's an older guy on an older hybrid bike with fatter tires. His T-shirt flops in the wind. His regular tennis shoes slide on his pedals. He's hunched over the flat bar with the same beat-up old cloth bag strapped to the rack over his back wheel. This is no roadie! This guy can't be passing ME! Of course he can...and has many times over the past few years.
He's an interesting case for me. He's always, and I mean always out there riding when I am. I see him almost daily, but most times this season he's been going the opposite way. On the one hand, I respect the hell out of this guy for what he does on that bike. But on the other hand, he drives me nuts because he's not firendly (I tried talking to him two years ago and got nowhere) and I know he likes to play head games big time. In my opinion, I bet he sort of gets off on burying guys in riding clothes with their fancy bikes. Just the vibe I get.
How do I know that? "The Look" that's how. He always does it. He'll speed up to make a pass, get ahead and give you 'The Look" everytime. It pisses me off still.
So with that background, here's today's story.
The Knave passes me late in my ride. I laugh to myself inside. Finally we meet, and you've made your pass. I know I can pass back if I want, despite being tired because I've done it before. But do I want to play games this late in my ride today? Not really. I ride about 100 feet back from him, holding the distance and tempted....oh so tempted. But what's that noise I hear now? Da heck? Another guy, white sleeveless jersey on an older Trek goes past me to grab the wheel of the Knave. Now I'm really wondering. A new player in the game!
We all stop at an intersection waiting for a couple of cars to pass. (No words spoken of course)
I take off first, but not hard. I'm going into some wind on mile 22 of 26....tired...and wondering how long it will be before they pass me. They didn't. I pulled as it turned out, even though they said nothing to me.
When we got to a downhill through some woods, white sleeveless pulled a breakaway. It was obvious. He planned this. He picked this spot and exploded off the front. Seconds later, The Knave goes squeaking past me in an effort to keep up with him. I just maintain and watch, not knowing really what I shold do at this point. I figured I'd just stay steady and watch them go at it. Around a turn at about 20 mph they went, me in tow a half block back watching and still debating what to do.
Then he did it.
The Knave gave me "The Look" and as usual, it drove me nuts. Now I too said, "Fine. You wanna play, I'm comin' out too." I could see our leader white sleeveless had spend his load already, riding up and easier along the lagoon now. The Knave and I were gaining on him quickly.
White sleeveless went straight where I turn right. He was probably thinking and feeling pretty good about himself for dropping me. He never knew that I was much closer coming back on him. It wasn't the drop he thought.
The Knave, like me and just ahead of me, turned right as well. I would pick him off next...but I saw it coming. He slowed. I've seen him stop at the Greenfield Park golf course clubhouse before, and it was coming up. I blew by him, unable to have beaten him at speed since he pulled off course. But do know Knave, should you ever read this, that you were going down had you continued on! I too can play games.
I should have gone after that first white sleeveless breakaway right away. Waiting really costs you. It took "The Look" from the Knave to make me mad enough to give chase. Like I said before, I don't know why, but "The Look" gets me every time. You?
10-05-2005
Simply incredible day here again today. One last summer fling. Sunny, windy and a high of 85-ish. By tomorrow the high is supposed to be 55-ish. So there I was soaking all of this last hurrah of summer in at 16.6 miles into my 26-mile training ride what do I see? There a block ahead of me coming from my left and turning onto the same route I am taking is "The Knave"
(For background on this spaghetti western, search "The Knave" thread)
Instantly my brain goes goofy. Okay, I'm minding my own business riding along enjoying the weather at a nice easy 16's pace. Now what? Do I make a move on the guy who so torments me with his head games and "The Look" for the past several years? I decide to simply see if I would gain on him, not knowing for sure if I wanted to make a big effort today. I'm closing. Gap is shortening. I wonder, what will I do if I catch him? What if we start from scratch together from being stopped at an upcoming intersection?
Catching someone from behind is no big deal because they don't know you are back there. It is what you do AFTER that that really matters. As we near an intersection I am only a few hundred yards back. He turns to look for traffic as he is about to go left down into a tunnel that crosses under the road. I cross the road because two years ago I crashed in mud down there and vowed never to go through there again.
He looks once....his grey T-shirt flapping in the wind....those hairy little legs in big old beat up white tennis shoes...hunched over his mountain bike just waiting to torment me with his talents....waiting to put the hurt on a guy with a fancy road bike looking hot (as I usually do) in a nice kit!
He sees I am back there and then looks a second time! Game will be on I figure.
But I have to wait for traffic while he breezes through in the tunnel. Now I'm behind, and now, after "The Look" I WANT to bury him. I even altered my route to chase. He takes a MUP farther than me, but I know that from year's experience with the guy, so I too abandon my route and take the MUP...pumping it up to 20 mph now, but not gaining at all. Why? Obvious. He saw me, and as I said, game on.
Problem was that I was not closing much at all at 20...then he got through the busiest intersection of the route, while I got nailed. HUGE lines of two-lane traffic buzzing by. By the time I got going again I couldn't even see him. He was gone.
Yet right toward the end of my ride there he was, pulled off to the side talking to another rider. Soooo, "The Knave" speaks, just not to ME I guess! I ride by looking at them, him and his beat up leather bag strapped to the back of his bike ignoring me while the other guy at least made eye contact.
Our paths shall cross again oh Knave, and one more time this season, you will taste the sour taste of me burying you despite all your efforts to ridicule me.
(Oh...right before I got back I passed another rider who said "Nice bike...I like it" to me. Ahhhh, a poseur's best friend....the unsolicited compliment!
10-06-2005
OK.
Here's how this guy has gotten into my head.
As I prepared for my ride today, I was humming one of the old NFL films songs in my head. I strapped on my best-looking winter gear to battle the icy north wind and grey skies that blew in overnight. From 85 Wednesday to 50 today!
But this is now hunting season....I was preparing to hunt down my arch rival "The Knave" and bury him. One bootie to keep the left (non-unclipping foot) warm and irritate him, which seeing me wearing more good gear would do to him. Extra Bloks for the little needed punch on the road. I was ready.
I had the wind at my back on the 13 miles out, searching but no trace of him out there.
When I turned around I was slapped with that cold wind. My legs were dead. I knew if I saw him now it would be trouble. I knew I did not have my "A" game today. Heck, who am I kidding? I had NO game today whatsoever.
Luckily I never saw him at...not even going in the opposite direction today.
There will be other, better days of the hunt....starting with my next ride on Monday. Not unlike the deer hunters, I will be there in my track stand instead of a tree stand....my weapon locked and loaded, only instead of a rifle that weapon is my legs....And instead of deer hunting clothes...I'll be in my finest kits...I mean come on, blaze orange? Gimme a break!
10-10-2005
Under cloudy skies at 54 degrees, this was not the Monday weather I wanted. Yet after three days rest I felt pretty good and headed out, layered up with digital camera in my riding jacket pocket. Today's goal: try to capture a picture of him to post here for you all. What follows are some fuzzy pictures and yet another chapter that makes me look like an idiot in the book called, "The Knave".
Nine miles into my 26-mile ride I was coming to a right-hander at an intersection when out of nowhere, there he was! The Knave (complete with shorts) was turning left, but had cut down to the apex of the turn and was coming right at me! It was almost like a game of chicken. I panicked and slowed off to the right of the road. I reached for my camera as he rode off down the road I had just taken. I pulled off to the side to take a picture, but I was too slow. Then a guy in a red jersey went by, apparently in his own little chase with my rival, The Knave.
I was only nine miles in and going the wrong way. Should I? No, I have a long way to go. So what! I turned around and began to chase them into the wind. What the heck was I doing?!
A few miles away I was on a MUP that I usually don't take, but I know the Knave does so I followed. As I caught up doing 20 into the wind I tried to snap a picture. Below you can hardly see the grey dot following the red dot. That's The Knave behind, who was sucking the wheel of red jersey after being passed.
It was too late now, I needed to get home. No more chasing. My camera survived a big hit. Tomorrow will be another day. Next up: try to get a better picture of him, then bury him. I had good legs today too. Too bad it didn't work out.
I know it's crazy and the guy has no clue that today he just made a complete idiot out of me...but you know what? I did something different from the usual 26-miles that I have done over 60 times this season. What the heck!
10-11-2005
Same weather as yesterday, a cool 52 with clouds and a breeze. Only despite the temps today I rode without gloves, just so I could better hold and operate the digital camera...in search of a better picture of him today.
My fingers were cold at first, but these are the sacrifices one makes when one is on a mission here at BF. They quickly warmed after the first few miles and I settled in to practice using the camera while riding.
Below is a shot I took of myself while riding, hunting for him on the route.
Well at least it was good practice at shooting a picture while riding.
I got to the spot where I first saw him yesterday, half thinking stupidly that perhaps our paths would cross in the very same spot today. Of course, they did not. Onward.
I felt good today. The stars were getting in line. I had my "A" game, even with the wind in my face. I thought about having the wind at my back if I see him on the second half of the ride. This would be a good thing. I turned at my 13-mile, halfway mark, now riding with the wind a bit and desperate to see him, all hunched over the flat bar of his mountain bike looking so cocky with his $9.95 grey K-Mart sweatshirt flapping in the wind! HA!
No sight of him. But look below at what I DID see. Man, lucky I had the camera with me today.
Now more than halfway through the ride I got down to business. I picked up the pace, simply pretending in my mind that I was chasing him. I wanted to hold 20 mph for about a mile. I did. I tired and thought about the fact that I did not want to use all my matches during practice, just in case I see him and REALLY need to chase.
In the end, there was no Knave sighting today. But I was ready, and thanks to him I rode the route harder than I would have anyway, and I had my camera with me to capture some great photos of the deer today.
Thanks Knave....next up, Thursday or Friday depending on the weather. Wednesday rest and recovery day.
10-13-2005
Today was a rest day. But there is something about the sun. It briefly broke through the haze here this morning and the temps were a little warmer than its been....about 58. Rain and drizzle in the forecast for the day, but once I saw that sun I couldn't sit still. Suddenly I decided to quickly gear up, grab my camera and give a ride a try. It was 9:45 a.m.
But by 10:00 the clouds thickened and Mr. Sun was long gone. Here's the thing though....I FELT FANTASTIC today out there. For the first time in a couple of week things actually felt good again on the bike. There was energy overall, and a life in my legs once again. I have been feeling 'off'...just going through the motions lately and today everything finally fell back into place. Little or no wind...not as cold...I looked down and I was effortlessly doing 19. Yes, this was as a close to a 'no-chain' day as I have had in a long time.
Today....please....let this be the day I hook up with "The Knave" under these conditions. My camera was in my jersey pocket ready to go.
But only six miles in I felt one...then another....then more. Yup, it started to drizzle. With dark clouds in the direction I was going I had to make a decision. I really didn't feel like getting soaked today, and the combination of wet roads and leaves is NOT a place I want to be with my hip. One wrong move and I'm down. Having not crashed for two seasons now, I thought the smart thing to do was to turn around and get home FAST.
So I used the little 12-mile ride as a speed workout. No sighting of him today. But tomorrow the forecast is for even warmer, and DRY.
Camera will be ready...
It appears my legs are ready...
Now the stage is set for the showdown with him...
Sleep well Knave, for tomorrow you may not know what hit you.
Yeah, I've been on your wheel for a good long time. I'll be more than happy to pull us all if you'd just slow down a bit.
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Man, you are playing right into his game. He is sooo in your head and he is just laughing at you.
Ya know, it'd be funny if the old man turned out to be Greg LeMond or some former world cycling champ just jacking with you who could smoke you in his sleep.
I think you're just asking to get whooped on.
How about when he gives you the Look you give him a smile and a wave hello just to see what he does. And then go about your own training ride. He's obviously in better shape than his "cheapo kit" expresses to you.
It reminds me of my old softball team. We'd be in sweats and t-shirts playing against these guys all in matching uniform thinking they are bad@sses and we'd just destroy them, much to their dismay that they got beat by a bunch of rag-tag looking ball players. So much for stereotypes! haha!
But good story! Good luck with the Knave!
Ya know, it'd be funny if the old man turned out to be Greg LeMond or some former world cycling champ just jacking with you who could smoke you in his sleep.
I think you're just asking to get whooped on.
How about when he gives you the Look you give him a smile and a wave hello just to see what he does. And then go about your own training ride. He's obviously in better shape than his "cheapo kit" expresses to you.
It reminds me of my old softball team. We'd be in sweats and t-shirts playing against these guys all in matching uniform thinking they are bad@sses and we'd just destroy them, much to their dismay that they got beat by a bunch of rag-tag looking ball players. So much for stereotypes! haha!
But good story! Good luck with the Knave!
01-16-07, 02:09 PM
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Originally Posted by Gee3
Man, you are playing right into his game. He is sooo in your head and he is just laughing at you.
Ya know, it'd be funny if the old man turned out to be Greg LeMond or some former world cycling champ just jacking with you who could smoke you in his sleep.
I think you're just asking to get whooped on.
How about when he gives you the Look you give him a smile and a wave hello just to see what he does. And then go about your own training ride. He's obviously in better shape than his "cheapo kit" expresses to you.
It reminds me of my old softball team. We'd be in sweats and t-shirts playing against these guys all in matching uniform thinking they are bad@sses and we'd just destroy them, much to their dismay that they got beat by a bunch of rag-tag looking ball players. So much for stereotypes! haha!
But good story! Good luck with the Knave!
Ya know, it'd be funny if the old man turned out to be Greg LeMond or some former world cycling champ just jacking with you who could smoke you in his sleep.
I think you're just asking to get whooped on.
How about when he gives you the Look you give him a smile and a wave hello just to see what he does. And then go about your own training ride. He's obviously in better shape than his "cheapo kit" expresses to you.
It reminds me of my old softball team. We'd be in sweats and t-shirts playing against these guys all in matching uniform thinking they are bad@sses and we'd just destroy them, much to their dismay that they got beat by a bunch of rag-tag looking ball players. So much for stereotypes! haha!
But good story! Good luck with the Knave!
01-16-07, 02:22 PM
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Originally Posted by Second Mouse
I'm sayin' Hip whupps the guy's ass. Any takers???
01-16-07, 02:48 PM
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Hey Hip you're in reruns....
You getting royalties??...
You getting royalties??...
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Originally Posted by Hammertoe
Hey Hip you're in reruns....
You getting royalties??...
You getting royalties??...
....and yes....I am getting a percentage of the original payment received.
01-16-07, 03:04 PM
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Originally Posted by Hipcycler
...oh no...I've been demoted from the Fonz to some guy I don't even know in the shot!
btw - that's an old attempt
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Originally Posted by Hipcycler
...oh no...I've been demoted from the Fonz to some guy I don't even know in the shot!
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01-16-07, 05:55 PM
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Ralph Malph's older brother Dolph - the one who was in the first season and then "went off to college" with Richies brother.
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Time for some syndication.
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