I'm a poseur.
#52
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Originally Posted by Danhalen
Why the heck would he give a **** whether or not you were riding fixed? I haven't gotten past that part yet.
OP, what do you wear when riding? 'Cause if it's not hipster-approved, you're going to get the smirks, stares and finger pointing. I suggest posting pics of yourself on the bike and in various poseur poses. That way, we can determine if you really are a poseur or just a wanna-be.
#53
Originally Posted by Mike552
having owned a couple of FG bikes, I was able to emulate the look, turning the cranks in a smooth and seamless repetitive fashion
#59
Originally Posted by Mike552
Well, yesterday was the day I officially became a poseur.
It all happened while I was in downtown Boston riding my SS around.... It was a nice sunny day and I just finished mashing the pedals uphill on State street, in front of the state house, when the ground leveled off. Knowing full well that I was riding SS, I decided to take advantage of this and enjoy a short moment of coasting pleasure while the sun warmed my face.... but wait... what's that in the distance? A FG rider? Oh-oh... I quickly went into stealth mode and started pedaling my gear ratio out of fear that the approaching rider would judge my inferiority due to my coasting single speed. Luckily, having owned a couple of FG bikes, I was able to emulate the look, turning the cranks in a smooth and seamless repetitive fashion as the passing rider eyes my derailleur-less machine and gives his nod of approval.... all is well. But wait! (dramatic music playing) As I continue to revolve the crank, my knee locks up..... I am left there, exposed. The damage was done. There was nothing left to do except coast by with my head bowed down in shame as his judging eyes burned a whole through my freewheel. I am dumbfounded as to why I did it in the first place... but I did, and that's all that counts. No chocolate chip eggos for me this morning.
It all happened while I was in downtown Boston riding my SS around.... It was a nice sunny day and I just finished mashing the pedals uphill on State street, in front of the state house, when the ground leveled off. Knowing full well that I was riding SS, I decided to take advantage of this and enjoy a short moment of coasting pleasure while the sun warmed my face.... but wait... what's that in the distance? A FG rider? Oh-oh... I quickly went into stealth mode and started pedaling my gear ratio out of fear that the approaching rider would judge my inferiority due to my coasting single speed. Luckily, having owned a couple of FG bikes, I was able to emulate the look, turning the cranks in a smooth and seamless repetitive fashion as the passing rider eyes my derailleur-less machine and gives his nod of approval.... all is well. But wait! (dramatic music playing) As I continue to revolve the crank, my knee locks up..... I am left there, exposed. The damage was done. There was nothing left to do except coast by with my head bowed down in shame as his judging eyes burned a whole through my freewheel. I am dumbfounded as to why I did it in the first place... but I did, and that's all that counts. No chocolate chip eggos for me this morning.
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#60
Originally Posted by Placid Casual
You wasted your time. He already pegged you for a poseur when he saw your brake.
#63
We SS'ers are the b@stard sons.. looked down on by both FG riders and roadies alike, as we freewheel along that fine line between 'cool' and 'uncool'.
* I used to drive my old bomb of a car in summer with the windows up, so other drivers thought I had air con!
* I used to drive my old bomb of a car in summer with the windows up, so other drivers thought I had air con!
#64
thomas masini lives
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From: i aint dh no mo'
i once spent a summer with the windows rolled down and the heat blasting to keep the car from overheating
when i got stuck in traffic the heat blowing in would burn my feet every time i pushed the clutch or brake pedal
i was stuck in traffic a lot that summer
turns out that the gauge was just reading high and the car wasnt overheating at all
when i got stuck in traffic the heat blowing in would burn my feet every time i pushed the clutch or brake pedal
i was stuck in traffic a lot that summer
turns out that the gauge was just reading high and the car wasnt overheating at all
#66
switching to guns
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Originally Posted by Mike552
Well, yesterday was the day I officially became a poseur.
It all happened while I was in downtown Boston riding my SS around.... It was a nice sunny day and I just finished mashing the pedals uphill on State street, in front of the state house, when the ground leveled off. Knowing full well that I was riding SS, I decided to take advantage of this and enjoy a short moment of coasting pleasure while the sun warmed my face.... but wait... what's that in the distance? A FG rider? Oh-oh... I quickly went into stealth mode and started pedaling my gear ratio out of fear that the approaching rider would judge my inferiority due to my coasting single speed. Luckily, having owned a couple of FG bikes, I was able to emulate the look, turning the cranks in a smooth and seamless repetitive fashion as the passing rider eyes my derailleur-less machine and gives his nod of approval.... all is well. But wait! (dramatic music playing) As I continue to revolve the crank, my knee locks up..... I am left there, exposed. The damage was done. There was nothing left to do except coast by with my head bowed down in shame as his judging eyes burned a whole through my freewheel. I am dumbfounded as to why I did it in the first place... but I did, and that's all that counts. No chocolate chip eggos for me this morning.
It all happened while I was in downtown Boston riding my SS around.... It was a nice sunny day and I just finished mashing the pedals uphill on State street, in front of the state house, when the ground leveled off. Knowing full well that I was riding SS, I decided to take advantage of this and enjoy a short moment of coasting pleasure while the sun warmed my face.... but wait... what's that in the distance? A FG rider? Oh-oh... I quickly went into stealth mode and started pedaling my gear ratio out of fear that the approaching rider would judge my inferiority due to my coasting single speed. Luckily, having owned a couple of FG bikes, I was able to emulate the look, turning the cranks in a smooth and seamless repetitive fashion as the passing rider eyes my derailleur-less machine and gives his nod of approval.... all is well. But wait! (dramatic music playing) As I continue to revolve the crank, my knee locks up..... I am left there, exposed. The damage was done. There was nothing left to do except coast by with my head bowed down in shame as his judging eyes burned a whole through my freewheel. I am dumbfounded as to why I did it in the first place... but I did, and that's all that counts. No chocolate chip eggos for me this morning.
Anybody remember who it was posted that story about how he was riding along one day, saw another cyclist riding fixed, rolled up and was about to high-five / say hello / whatever when suddenly he realized the other cyclist had a front brake attached to his bike?? He was instantly appalled and had to make good his escape! That's what this story reminds me of.
#67
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Nah, he was pegged for a poseur when he was mashing up State St. I assume you were by the old State House (since the "new" one isn't on State), and that's barely a hill.
#68
Originally Posted by Mueslix
Nah, he was pegged for a poseur when he was mashing up State St. I assume you were by the old State House (since the "new" one isn't on State), and that's barely a hill.





