… you know life is good. Surlylady towed me home tonight, early enough to have some light for a good bit of the way. At one point a chap stopped me in the middle of a stretch of the BGT and said excuse me, I stopped about fifteen feet away and turned to see what he wanted, can I ask what kind of light that is… I know, I’m going on about lights again but: I’m not making this up, it happened on the BGT, and I’m duly reporting it.
I was musing about dudes tonight as well. One dude coming from the other direction I think wins the prize for this short week: she had a red blinky on her handlebar, as in facing forward. As she whizzed past Surlylady chuckled and asked out loud what good that was going to do while I thought to myself it could actually be misleading to someone who may look up and see a blinking red light, assume it was a bike in the same direction, look down, and then suddenly have that blinking red light much closer. Exciting stuff.
The musing part is this: I was trying to come up with a descriptive list comparing biker types with car driver types. As part of the whole snob thing. The clever over-generalization and under-colonelization sort of thing. Here goes an initial coda, in the form of a ____ bike is like a ____ vehicle:
tandem = RV (hard to get around, tends to cause backups on narrow ways, if driven by older; if however the tandem is ridden by a relatively young couple you’ll likely get smoked)
pair of tricked-out track bikes with blinky lights = pair of tricked-out Subarus with fog lights turned on for an otherwise clear day
creaky ten speed with a rusty cog and downtube shifters = any Datsun other than a 240/260/280 Z
the six foot four guy on the hybrid = a delivery van that goes slow and is so wide and high you’re frustrated in not being able to see around or ahead of them
overweight lycra guy on the carbon bike = dude in a Porsche who’s going slower than your Grandmother in her Camry
real bike messenger with slung silver Ortlieb = a dirty Volkswagen Jetta
wanna-be bike messenger with slung silver Ortlieb = a clean Volkswagen Jetta
lycra-clad cyclocross rider with cyclo-knobbies on pavement = any SUV you like in a grocery store lot
ancient mountain biker that never changes out of the hardest gear = old International Harvester Scout
older rider on a carbon Orbea with time-trial/tri bars = Mazda Miata, any year, any color; it just looks fast
dude on a custom Davidson on the Centennial trail riding along with no hands because taking an important call on his cellphone = any BMW and certain of the Lexus models
randonneur stubbornly keeping his front bag attached to his decaleur during an evening training even though it’s almost empty = any older Land Rover or Land Cruiser with spare fuel cans mounted but empty