As a devoutly non secular particular person I have to make in the present day’s put up a brief one because it’s…what, what vacation is it once more?
[Conducts quick Internet search]
Rosh Hashugganah!
My references are as stale as that Energy Bar from 1998 you discover within the pocket of that previous jersey at the back of your closet.
However sure, with faculties closed I have to strap on the parenting helmet, so it’s you who get the quick finish of the body pump:
Keep in mind that? It even had a license plate!
Bloody Australians.
Certainly, so busy am I that yesterday all I had time for was a fast trip on George Plimpton’s Y-Foil, a.ok.a. The Charity Journey Destroyer, a.ok.a. the Pumpkin Spiced Nightmare:
It’s fairly seasonally acceptable, because it’s like driving a two-wheeled jack-o’-lantern:
And it’s not simply the orange, pink, and black colour scheme, both. It’s additionally the truth that each the Y-Foil and the jack-o’-lantern simply miss being menacing and as an alternative veer off into goofiness.
I’ve been trying to the Plimptonator when time is an element as a result of it’s the one bike I presently hold in my precise house, which implies I save treasured minutes not happening to the basement. (Sure, a customer to my dwelling may suppose that’s my solely bike, which is extremely awkward for me.) Additionally, I do catch myself questioning if I’m really saving further time because of the aero body and wheels. If that’s the case, then the Y-Foil is the right bike for the busy (and fully unselfconscious) skilled–or slovenly semi-professional bike blogger, because the case could also be.
Additionally, as loud at it’s visually, it will possibly’t rival how really loud fashionable highway bikes have turn out to be. The final time I rode over the George Washington Bridge onto the favored roadie route the remnants of my hair stood on finish all the time because of the incessant howling of disc brakes throughout me. And if it wasn’t the bikes baying on the moon, it was the hideous ratcheting of their silly high-decibel freehubs. RATTLERATTLERATTLE–HOOOOOONK! RATTLERATTLERATTLE-HOOOOOONK! How do folks stand for this? It’s all within the title of “higher braking,” however I’d relatively trip a quiet bike and go plummeting right into a ravine. Their bikes sound like they’re blowing the shofar:
And on that observe, Pleased New Yr!
