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Wednesday, January 18, 2006

nerdy goodness

Back in the day - one of the first Pro-seys that came in contact with me was this Shaklee pretty boy who loved to display his plumage and talk up the game.

As in all things, i tried my best to absorb what looked pearly-white and dismissed to the mental dumpster that which had a bit o' the ego-stank on it.

One day, after a particulary hard bit of racery ... he was laying down sermon about what was rightly and what wrongly attended to during the lycra'd fistfight. Held hostage to this me-me recital of the racey-race, i turned an ear away to notice a fellow biker-type approaching, other direction-like, on the opposite side of the roadway.

Now, yeah ... if you saw this cycler you'd have probably slapped a mental 'FRED' label across his forehead. I mean, the guy did splash out something fierce on the unhip-factor.

But, as far as I'm concerned, all fellow bikers are brothers y sistahs in arms - so, I threw out my universal and always used biker-boy wave.

"heyo cyclista type-person," was my unheard attachment to the hand greeting. The Fred paused, mid-pedal, and after a beat - returned the wave double-fold in cheerful response.


A mental 'hello and goodbye,' said I and returned to the Pro-seys blahbittyblather.

However, the Prosey had stopped in mid-recounting of his 'ball-crushing attack.' He was staring at me in a kind of disgust usually reserved for Lieboldian porto-potties.

My encouraging smile sent the Pro-sey bristling even stiffier as he spun his recovery gear in silence for a few revs. Finally, Pro-sey boy blue turned to lay down some serious unwritten rulery on the subject of waving to your fellow cyclists ... especially those of the Freddy persuasion:

"Mike - winners don't wave."


yeah, right bub - there endeth the lesson.

I haven't stopped waving since.

fuk him, yo.


PAB said...

NOW I remember how we first met...

Thanks for waving.

Chico Cyclist said...

Dude, you rule!! I swear, I will never understand this not-waving thing among some cyclists. Have you been reading the Alto Velo list lately??? Just crazy. I mean, geesh, come on people - we all have this fun crazy sport in common, in our lycra shorts, cleated shoes, silly jerseys and space age helmets. We have a love and a need for the bike - learn it, live it, love it.

X Bunny said...

very cool

i'll never forget how you said 'hi' to all 1289 people we passed on that century

oh, i guess not to the ones we passed in the last 10 miles but that is all a blur

Olaf Vanderhoot said...

those last 10 miles were ... burly.

big time.


mmm ... good memories.

the old bag said...

little boy blue
go blow


one day he'll
be a fred

and we'll all wave

Anonymous said...

love this; made my day, and I'm sure you make many other days by just being you. Ride on...

pink fishnets said...

tom ritchey gave me the biker nod on west old la honda on monday! that's as good as a wave in my book. high excitement for this little biker girl. wanted to shout "love my ritchey stem" or "love the 'stache!". didn't. but, i'm dorky enough to do something like that.

Olaf Vanderhoot said...

we're all so dorky!


diskzero said...

Lieboldian porto-potties. The horror!

VeloRainDog said...

Though better Lieboldian porto-potties than McLaneian lack thereof.

X Bunny said...

not to mention the guard posted at the feed zone porta potty at McLane

Anonymous said...

uh, have I found NorCal bikergeek nirvana? I shall refer my wife here to learn the difference between us and them (Freds) and why we still wave at them, lest we become them to some of one of us. Get it?
Anonymous Fred on a Metabolol & Cytomax cocktail with an e-caps appetizer plate

Olaf Vanderhoot said...

"NorCal bikergeek nirvana" ...

i'm going to steal that one.