On Rule 2: Cycling Sensei

On Rule 2: Cycling Sensei

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My buddy Chris wants to buy a road bike.  His primary reason for this is to improve his fitness after splitting his patella in half on a rock while skiing a couple weeks ago.   He believes that riding a bicycle, after his arduous healing process is complete, will be easy on his knees and provide him with a fun way to stay fit.  To that I say, of course it will.

It started benignly enough the other day when I stopped by Chris’ house for a visit.  Upon arrival he showed me an ad he had been contemplating on Craigslist.  The ad was for a Specialized Transition Pro Tri-bike.  Now, keep in mind that Chris has never owned a road bike so when he saw the Specialized being offered for a good price, in our area, he thought it was worth a closer look and some research.  I have to admit  the bike looked dandy and would certainly catch one’s eye.  Especially someone who knew he wanted a nice bike but wasn’t sure yet what he wanted, let alone needed.  Knowing of my passion for cycling (as the guy who gave me my V-cog tattoo) he asked what I thought about the bike in the ad.  Immediately, the first thoughts that came to my mind were:

  • Right-on man, you’re thinking about getting a bike.
  • Don’t buy a Tri-bike for your first bike.  Or even your second or third bike for that matter.
  • I could potentially get another riding buddy out of this.
  • How should I go about fanning the sparks of Chris’ interest in road cycling without blowing said sparks out  by overwhelming him with my enthusiasm and opinions on the matter?

It was this final thought that gave me a serious feeling of responsibility.  At a minimum, the responsibility of advising my friend on his first road bike so he ends up with something that works for him and is fun.  But moreover, the responsibility of conveying La Vie Velominatus to someone who doesn’t yet know it exists.  Whether or not Chris ever really embraces La Vie is not the issue.  I hope he does.  But my role in this is to introduce him to it so that he has the potential to at least glimpse what La Vie has to offer.  Of course all he thought he was doing was getting my opinion on a bicycle.

One does not just go out, buy a bike, and declare oneself a Velominatus, or even a cyclist.  It’s a process.  None of us here just got on a bike one day and instantly had it all figured out.  We can all take ownership for various Rule violations made over the years, money mis-spent on shitty pieces of equipment, flubs in etiquette in races and group rides, and missed opportunities to lay down some V.   Some of what we know to be La Vie Velominatus has come from trial and error and reflection.  And much of it has come to us through mentors or a cycling sensei, if you will.

Who among us did not have at least one mentor in her or his journey toward becoming a Velominatus?  For Merckx-sake, we wouldn’t even have the Rules if Johnny Klink had not had Col for inspiration and thus commanded Brett to “blog that shit”.   One of my own mentors is Frank who looked to his father and a wheel builder in The Netherlands for guidance.  These are people who’s sphere of influence we are granted access to when we ask.  Not necessarily the pros we look to for inspiration but the everyday Velominati who give us tips, insights, and advice on how and what cycling is, not how it ought to be.

So partially because Chris asked me and partially because I feel an obligation to my mentors, to our traditions, and to the Velominati (which means you) I find myself in the duty-bound position of being a cycling sensei.  The simple act of being asked by a friend what I think of a bike places me in this position.  I’m excited my friend has taken an interest in cycling and am chomping at the bit with the opportunity to help show him the way.  I’m eager to shepherd Chris into the rich traditions and joy that cycling can provide but I’m hesitant to come on too strong.  Hopefully Chris will discover what cycling is and ride the roads of the Velominatus.  But like it did for you and I, this can only happen when he is ready.

Who were your cycling sensei and how have you approached the responsibility of ushering someone into La Vie Velominatus?

// Etiquette // General // La Vie Velominatus // The Rules // Tradition

  1. @all

    So riddle me this. After having the requisite discussion on the pros and cons of different frame materials, gruppos, sizes, etc, I’m poking around online to see what’s potentially out there for Chris. I happen across a Serotta Colorado AL in his size that’s virtually identical to Il Gruppo Progetto. Different paint scheme but same ultegra 6500 gruppo and it has Mavic Open Pro 32h 3x rims. Looks to be in excellent shape. IMO it’d be a great bike for him to get started on. Would it be weird though if we were rolling around on pretty much identical bikes?

  2. @Marko

    So riddle me this. Would it be weird though if we were rolling around on pretty much identical bikes?

    Depends… Are you then going to give him a sweet deal on some V-Bibs and a V-Jersey? ‘Cos that’d really be where weird starts.

  3. @Marko
    They sound like they are ripe for conversion and you are pivotal, perhaps, as you already know, it will be done subtly keying off what they already are headed toward and just giving little pokes of info that eases the beginner lows and ups the highs.

  4. @Marko
    And No Blah covered the major issue on this one!

  5. Marko:
    @Oli Brooke-White
    Recent? I figured you’ve been a sensei for years.

    Without wanting him in any way to be held responsible for the rule-breaking fred I turned out to be, Oli’s a big part of the reason I’m into the sport. From helping me piece together a bike, to not getting fucked off with my constant mispronunciation of Bianchi, he’s put up with a lot of over-enthusiastic conversation. Chur.

  6. Awesome. Glad you are helping a friend, but also glad you are going to show him the (proper) ropes. Friends don’t let friends get a tri-bike!

    I have been lucky enough to get a bunch of friends into cycling, maybe not become road cyclists, but at least riding road bikes around to commute, for exercise, etc.

    Mistakes along the way – the first race I toed the line for…I did so in a pair of blue adidas sambas with Giant toe clips grabbed off my first mountain bike, purchased with lawn mowing money when I was fourteen.

    My sensei? I never really had one. I picked up bits and pieces of advice here and there from other riders, did a ton of article reading, picked through good stuff on forums. And heck, I brought a good sense of dedication, style, and appreciation for the small things from other sports I played growing up. Just like Frank and learning to wear a ski cap properly while growing up on the mountain, I brought some of my knowledge of inherent Rules from other sports.

    I need to find a sensei though. At the moment my most frequent riding buddies don’t quite live La Vie Velominatus. They like to ride hard, but don’t care much for flash bikes or sharp kit. It’s almost like the missed out on that part of cycling.

    Good luck, Marko. I’m sure you’ll make a fine sensei!

  7. Of course we all have had a mentor of sorts, but it is indeed a tall order. I mean, looking back at my own sense of style, it has changed over time more often than a sixteen y/o girl changes dress’s getting ready for the homecoming dance. Settling in however w/a sense of what is right, the bike, the goods, shoes, glass’s, socks…when sorted out for oneself, is nearly a zen moment.

    A good friend told me never lead someone else like a ‘good friend’ into cycling. It will only be a disappointment. Either, they will be wrong about everything or they will take off and kick your arse. So, just let them find it for themselves, afterall, being a cyclist and an example is ample enough for them to see.

    so, thats been my approach. Approachable, reasonable, helpful but never pushing someone to ride.

  8. @Rob
    The guys who took me out and showed me bits of the whole will always be present on my rides. It was the little things: the tucking of my shorts under my saddle as we rode by a cafe (hey! now I ride bibs), the slapped shifters as they’d pass on a hill (now I guard my bars and my line), the various bumps and elbows…I love those guys.

  9. Nice article! (On an unrelated note, I think Karate Kid may have one of the best movie soundtracks ever. Just saying.)

    After thinking about this for a bit, I am somewhat sad to say I’ve never really had any real cycling mentors. I have had people who have influenced me, but never anyone who has steadily been a mentor and helped me grow.

    At the top of my list of cycling influences would be my late father, who cycled a lot with me as a kid, and was with me for every mile of the boy scout cycling merit badge, where I received my first taste of The V as a kid (to this day I remember how much those damn hills hurt as a struggled up them on my shitty old kid bike).

    His old Schwinn was my first road bike, and I still own it and ride it occasionally. It’s heavy as all get-out so I don’t take it on “pleasure” rides often.

    So, just let them find it for themselves, afterall, being a cyclist and an example is ample enough for them to see.
    so, thats been my approach. Approachable, reasonable, helpful but never pushing someone to ride.

    I like this idea a lot. I have one good friend who got into cycling independently of me, so we push each other hard on rides and it’s all good. However, for my non cycling friends (or friends who will bike to a bar but that’s about it), I have found that they don’t really understand or appreciate the sport side of cycling, or why someone would get up at 6 am on a perfectly good Saturday or Sunday and be out the door for a 40 mile ride before most people in my age group are even up for the day.

  10. Nestor Gernay, DS of the now defunct Ten Speed Drive Team in the northeast was my mentor. I rolled into his shop, frosh year of art school with my 1st Colnago with Campy friction downtube levers, my V1 pro and my best Atlantic Bicycle Club gawdy kit. I asked him how to get faster, in typical Flem-triteness he pointed to the nearby “Hunter Loop,” and told me to ride there and in the wind.

    Meh, I thought. So much for intervals, ladders and other go fast rituals… I thought he was clueless and old for that matter… until he dropped me like a fat kid running stairs at the local group ride.

    He was spot on. Manners and etiquette. And laying down the V before I even knew (until recently) what V even meant, besides HTFU. A lot of people in this area””and several national champions””owe a lot to this seer of Savannah, chapeua Mr. Gernay!

    If you’re ever in the area, check out his namesake series The Nestor Cup.

  11. Ohhhh, great post. I always seem to overwhelm anyone I speak to about cycling and they run away screaming. It is soooo hard to hold in the enthusiasm and all the amazing subtleties of slowly entering and accepting the pain and amazing rebirth of becoming a cyclist.

    I was in tenth grade (1987) in high school and a new kid moved to my Vermont high school (Oxbow High School in Bradford, VT) who was a pretty good cyclist. He became my best friend and I started to hear more about cycling through him, who was the only person within 40 miles who had a bike worth more than $50 bucks and competed in racing. His name was Bill McDonnell and he became a US Pro over the years and a super XC skier as well. I have now lost contact with him but he totally introduced me to the world of cycling and I have never been the same since!

  12. My Senpai rode a Velo Cycle touring bike, which took him around Europe during his misguided youth. I got a custom Cyclops road bike (this one’s not mine, but you get the point) and thought that made me shit-hot.

    I was wrong. Me on my brand new shiny bike with Sidi shoes and Time pedals, he on his old beast with – likely – running shoes and toe straps. Sufferfest for me; learning experience for sure.

    I’ve since transitioned to a DeKerf Prodigy (Steel is still real), and to the aged side of “old age and treachery will overcome youth and skill any day”. One day I’ll introduce my own Kohai to the world of the Velominati.

  13. Marko, you really are a genius! This has turned into one great post – the stories are for the archives. Even Mcsqueak’s (second best avitar after Gianni) no mentor story brings a tear. Nestor Gernay, where would we hear of him or Bill McDonnell but right here?

    @reverend dick
    Ah – Rev – Do I know you? There is something about your little vignetts that just seem so familiar??

  14. Cereal, how could you not suck by learning from this guy (Nestor Gerny?) So much badassness in this pik my head exploded:

  15. @reverend dick
    Ah, the shorts over the saddle! Ok, you’ve broken open a rusty, closed footlocker in my memory. Here are some of my favorite bullshit stunts I learned from my senseis:

    How to pick up a cap (or anything really) at near speed without dismounting. This is the result of a teammate taking off someone else’s cap and hurling it up in the air and no one near the back catching it. The victim rolls off, turns around, grabs the cap at speed, turns around, and has to bridge back. Just a little extra interval pain for everyone else’s pleasure.

    At the start of a roller climb, imperceptably holding on to a teammate’s saddle and soft pedaling.

    As you mentioned, the slap of shifters as you go by. Related–putting a teammate’s bike in his 53×12 while he’s inside the store getting something to drink/eat.

    During a lull on a training ride, slide to the very back of the peloton, yell out like your about to crash, and drag a Coke can on the ground. The whole peloton scatters.

    While behind someone, make the sound of a flat tire so they look down and stop pedaling for a split second. Then lay down the V, hard!

    Merckx, I loved my senseis for all of this crap.

    Warning: Never do any of this in a group where you don’t know the skills of everyone there. Also, never do any of this until it’s been done to you so you know what it’s like to receive this shit.

  16. Marcus:There is nothing as galling as handing out tips and advice to a cycling neophyte only to have him thank you for the advice a few months later (esp the lesson on the definition of half-wheeling) by dropping you like a bad habit in the hills. Oh the shame of it.

    This is what I meant by recent, although to be fair it’s been happening for about a decade now. I’ve been in the trade for over thirty years.

  17. That’s me on the left pre-race in early ’82. The dude in the middle is one of my sensei, Bruce-san.

  18. Dammit, the dude on the right I meant!

  19. @Oli Brooke-White

    those jerseys are the nutters.

  20. @RideFit
    Man, I didn’t know that Uncle Rico used to ride as well as play football!

  21. To gregb, who seeing me commute to work on my high school Huffy offered to lend me the steel-framed Pinarello he raced when he quit his job to do nothing but. He told me that once I rode that bike I would not be able to look back. He was dead on. He also said that there’s only one way to ride a bike — as fast as possible. Fashion aside, this embodies the tradition of Rule #5. In the roughly 15 years since, he’s offering me tons of advice and has been a great sounding board. Gregb, thanks!

  22. Great post – nicely done.

    I never really had any one mentor into all things cycling. As a kid, I always rode bikes – Sting Rays and a few department store “10 Speeds”. At that time, I knew nothing about road racing and it was the beginning of BMX. So when it comes down to it, I was just copying real motocross on my BMX converted Sting Rays waiting for the day I could actually afford an actual dirt motorcycle. That came a few years later with a succession of motocross motorcycles, loads of trail riding, and some racing as well. During that time, I still goofed around with bicycles however – always dug both – pedal and moto powered.

    A few more years later, dirt motorcycle days waning, college in progress – got a job at a bicycle shop – this was the early ’80s. Most employees rode just for fun, but a few actual road racers worked there for a short time. I was fascinated by the prospect of racing and peppered both dudes with many questions. Previously, I talked about racing with some of the older bike shop pals – who’ve been on training rides, etc. They said forget it – way too tough – with stories of getting dropped on training rides with racers. I figured no way and blew off the idea.

    Later, when I expressed interest to one of the actual racers at the shop. He said buy that bike – a Fuji Team hanging off the ceiling – and let’s go. Start training, let’s give it a go. Unfortunately, I didn’t follow his advice and blew the small sum of money I’ve saved on a ratty used Fiat X 1/9 instead. That’s another (stupid) story, but the encouragement he instantly gave me stuck with me. I also remember watching him race the Tour of Nutley (old race in New Jersey) and talking with him afterward – thinking the whole scene was super cool. We’re talking 1982 or so – old school stuff. He also didn’t own a car and rode everywhere, which I thought was amazing. I’m embarrassed to admit I don’t even remember the guy’s name, I knew him all of a few weeks – but he made an impression on me for sure.

    I didn’t really start riding seriously until after my bike shop days were over – wacky enough – after I scored my first “professional” job with a real pay check. A new Miyata mountain bike and used Raleigh road bike followed shortly. This was 1984 and I’ve been obsessed with it all ever since. I never road raced, but did wind up racing mountain bikes. I’ve always been a magazine fanatic and have been reading bicycle magazines since 1981 (still have ’em saved now) – so learned plenty from reading and always semi-appeared to know what I was doing – even if just an illusion at times.

    Over the years now, I’ll take some credit for turning other people onto riding as well. I’ve always been the “bike guy” at work, organized rides, fixed bikes for people, gave advice on what to buy, etc. The latest was a co-worker from a previous job. She was having trouble fitting bikes being barely 5 feet tall. She stopped over one day to show me her ill fitting hybrid bike, I showed her some info via websites, gave her shop names and bikes to test ride. She wound up with a custom fitted, budget priced, sweet steel bike from a shop in Seattle. She’s planning to ride the STP this summer on it. Great story.

    I repeat these stories not to say “Hey, look at me – Mr. Know it All” – but because it actually gives me great joy to get people riding. It’s a cool club to be a part of – commuters, racers, road, dirt – who cares man, just do it. As most people reading this blog know – it’s awesome stuff and we’re gonna try to sell it to anyone interested. True?

    Ride on.

  23. Hello, I’ve been reading your articles for a while and it feels like this is the best article on which to introduce myself.

    My grandad should have been my sensei, i have memories of watching the tour back in the 90’s and specifically Eric Zabel. He used to build me mountain bikes to riding round town, but despite the fact i used to race against the other kids round his house, he never gave me a racing bike. Made all the more surprising by the fact that he helped set up Otley Cycle Race, which has a good reputation and attracts good names, Cav came a few years ago and Ben Swift rode last June.

    My life on a road bike began in thrid year of Uni, in Aberystwyth, UK when sick of not being able to afford the wished for road bike i bought a 70’s Raleigh Equipe, steel frame and all, no Reynolds 531 tubing, toe clips and all for £50 and i joined the local cycling club.

    There are some serious riders in this neck of the woods and i spent alot of the 1st year of riding getting dropped, increasingly less so as my legs solidified and i grew wiser in using my drop gears shifters. In these riders were some men who pointed out things like a Eurosport deal is £4 online and i should watch the pro’s race and so on, and there was Tim. Proper weather beaten cyclist who can just lay the power down at 55+ helped me over hills and dropped off the back with me on several occasions telling me he was struggling too, never believed him. Helped with little things like cleat positioning and tricks with bike maintenance.

    I then tackled the local TT, the club has a few routes and Tim was running the time keeping that day, i recorded my fastest time of 28:49, at which point he said “that on that steel frame of yours, it’s bloody genius” despite being well down the order, and that is why i got on with him, continual encouragement through and welcoming the pain, which is essential in any cyclists outlook as you have stated here.

    I have a Cannondale CAAD8 now and i can bury myself on climbs and chaingangs and live in the pain and actually get results. Unfortunately last semesters work and a vicious bout of Glandular Fever has reduced my fitness significantly (as well as my weight which is a little win out of it) but i’ll be back on soon.

  24. @Sam

    Welcome. And get well soon.

  25. @Dan O
    As usual, great reply. I too had the experience of riding BMX and dirt bikes coming up. Found my dream high school moto in the paper a couple years back and bought it an 85 XR350 in great condition. Rode it down the freeway across state lines to get it home which was quite fun. With a few tweaks and rebuilt top end it’s pretty sweet and so much fun. I’ve been thinking about making it street legal.

    Nice entrance. “proper weather beaten cyclist”, well put.

  26. @Sam

    Welcome! Aberystwyth, eh? I’m a dirty Yank but I’ve got family from that part of the world. Met a few of them at various family reunions. I need to make it over there at some point…

  27. @mcsqueak
    If you can get out here bring your bike, there are some incredible views (providing it’s not raining or foggy or snowing), some nice climbs and brutal ones too. People seem to think that snowdonia and the brecon becons is all wales has too offer but there’s the cambrian mountains as well, Tour of Britain came by last year.

  28. Great stories from all, it’s awesome how we all get into our sport for different reasons, or through different channels. I’m also of the Dan O school, as I didn’t really have a sensei as such, I just always loved riding, tinkering… Maybe my father’s tale of how he got his Speedwell had an effect on me, and subconsciously guided me to a life on two wheels.

  29. while not exactly a sensei story, Velominati appear to have an imitator or at the least influenced by but hopefully in tribute to the Velominatus philosophy. Check this out & see what you think?
    Great picture but…..
    I saw a few of the boys out this morning on the way out to the Waterfall/Royal National park ride in Southern Sydney some may know of?
    Their jerseys & knicks bear a remarkable similarity to the Velominati’s own, in colourng & layout. Photo’s to follow if possible

  30. Any body in the states know of a decent first bike for sale for my buddy Chris in the story above? We’ve been scouring the usual places online and are finding stuff here and there but I thought I’d throw it out to you guys. His budget just shrunk a little so he’d like to keep it under a grand (which is tricky). He’s open to any frame material except steel (I know I know but he’s worried about rust and wants minimal maintenance/care). He’s looking in the 54-56 range for frame size. Any leads would be appreciated. Cheers

  31. @Marko
    How tall is Chris?

  32. @Jeff in PetroMetro
    He’s 5’10” with a 32 and a half inch inseam.

  33. @Marko
    Darn. I’m 179 cm (5’11”) with an inseam of 84cm (a little over 33″). I’ve got a 58cm that’s too big for me, so it would be way too big for Chris. It’s a 2008 Cervelo Soloist Team, aluminum, Ultegra front and back, freewheel, chain, and shifters, FSA everything else. I’d make an offer of $999.99 (or less), but he’s gotta grow about 3 more inches. That aluminum frame is a great crappy-weather bomber.

  34. @Jeff in PetroMetro
    Where did you find an ’08 with a FREEWHEEL?

  35. Oops. Showing my age. My Mercian has the freewheel. The Cervelo has the cassette. Good catch. I still wanna sell the thing (cheap) and get an S2 or S3 in a 54. If Thor (who is so good he doesn’t need a last name) can ride a 54 and he’s 183cm, I can ride a 54 at 179cm no prob.

  36. Anyone know anything about TiCycles out of Portland, OR? Chris found an older Ti Hyak in his size for $500 (steel fork, Chris King Headset). I’m not familiar but their website makes it look like they’ve got decent bikes.

  37. @Marko
    See them around in Seattle all the time; usually they are not new, which says to me they are pretty durable. No direct experience, though. Maybe @Michael or @mcsqueak know?

  38. @frank


    Sorry guys, no experience with them, or ever heard of them to be honest. You can’t swing a cracked carbon fork here without hitting five indie builder, so it’s hard to keep track.

  39. Small pic but here’s what Chris has decided on. A 55cm Look Kg381 with Chorus gruppo. Not a done deal yet but seems inevitable. Nice bike, especially for a first bike. I came across it scouring the web and he was able to set up a deal with the seller. Good price too. I hope it works out for him. Anyone ever own/ride one of these frames? I have not.

  40. @Marko
    Is that set up for Chris already, or is that the owner’s pic? If not, the frame seems very large based on seatpost extension. Otherwise, it looks great. Chorus will be fantastic; 3-cross wheels, what’s not to love?

    I would bet the 381 just have heavier lugs and carbon, but the same basic ride.

  41. @frank
    I’m guessing the guy he bought it from is pinner and maybe had too big a frame because I thought the same thing. Yes, he did buy it, it’s in the mail. As I mentioned, the frame is a 55 c-c with 56.9 top tube. I don’t think it’ll fit Chris under the “buy as small a frame as you can get away with” principle but it will fit him well in the traditional sense. What’s weirder about that pic is the spacer height in relation to the lack of seat post. Very weird and will be remedied by Chris’s Cycling Sensei.

    On a very hilarious related note, Chris was over today. He said he was looking at the pics of his new bike and wondering about the bar tape/seat/frame color combo. He asked all the right questions: “My bars and saddle are white but the frame is red at the seat tube and black at the head tube, does that look okay?” Hmm: “The bars and saddle match the decals though, is that right.” He continued. “I want things to look cool so I went to “your” site (Velominati) and started reading the Rules.” Mind you, I hadn’t mentioned the site, let alone The Rules. I think he noticed my name badge. “Then I saw Rule #8.” He said. “Turns out I was totally on the right track and the bike will look cool the way it is.” I was laughing my ass off. A budding velominatus who came to it without my senseiship. Chris also has an MFA and has an eye for aesthetic balance and color. Being that he approved of Rule #8, we should be grateful from that standpoint.

  42. One of my sensei passed away in back in January. He was sensei to more than just pack fodder such as myself, but mentored a cyclist and former team-mate who is world champ right now (two-time at that) and Canada’s best hope for gold in ’12 on the ‘drome. Roger, keep riding

    Equally important are my wrenching sensei, as they have guided my hammed-fists in to less hammed-fists…

  43. great post. i need a sensei myself.

    been riding MTBs for over 20 years but just bought my first ‘proper’ road bike, in part because of you guys…

  44. or should i say thanks to you guys

  45. I was drawn to this article today through a link while rereading the Lexicon. As @xced stated one year ago – I should be thanking the Velominati community and a woman named Patti in NH.

    Although I am a novice (and not yet worthy of Status Velominatus Veritatus), finding this community as I was buidling my strength and endurance have resulted in the epiphany that I am officially obsessed with the Bike, the Ride and the Rules. I am now 60 years old and only took to cycling about a dozen years ago. When my right knee finally decided that I was to run no more either in pursuit of a finish line or tennis balls, it was time to find some other outdoor activity to maintain my health. I purchased my first steed – a LeMan Tourmalet – a fine Bike that served me well in the hills of New Hampshire and Vermont. Patti was the one who convicned me to take a ride with her into the NH hills. I was hooked. I later acquired a Gary Fisher road bike and have since moved to the San Francsico Bay Area, residing on the Coast.
    Now, I would have qualified myself as a bike rider, not a cyclist. At six feet tall, I was still lugging around 95 kgs and the climbing was decidedly slow. The Rides in my new found home on the Left Coast are beautiful and plentiful – a lot of variety. However, not until another knee surgery in November 2012, did I decide to use that as a catalyst to HTFU. At the time, I had no idea that there was a hallowed Rule V developed for just this situation. In the middle of my training, I literally stumbled across the Velominati, Frank and this very genuine community. It propelled me to another level – that and I purchased new Focus Pro 3.0 (n+1, where n = 2).
    I consider myself extremely fortunate to have found you all, especially at a very important point in my training. The V has inspired me to kick it up a notch. And while I do use Strava (privately, thank you), the V-meter has proven to be extremely effective as well. In the last month, I have enjoyed the Rides in a way that I never could have before. The smell of the fresh air, the sound of the road, the early morning light and the occasional glimpse of deer, bobcats, nene or other wild beasts makes it all worth the effort. I find that even when traveling, I must rent a Bike and find a route – either one I have traveled before or new routes in new territory.
    My nearly year-long improvement is peaking (yes, I think I am at climbing weight now- 81kg!). Last week I rode in a 160K/3,000m charity ride, after recent successive weekend training rides up the Kohala Mountain Loop on the Big Island – 100K and 1,500 meters; to Gilroy, CA and back over two days – 273K, 3,600 meters, and circumnavigating Lake Tahoe – 115K, 1,300 meters – in some very Rule #9 weather. I truly believe that it is the spirit of the V and this community that has motivated me to continue to pursue this path far beyond the goal that I had originally anticipated for myself.
    As a result, I have a whole new list of informal and random Sensei. I have met ever more accomplished riders as my own efforts expand and improve. Master Pros have given me tips on descending at speed with confidence, a female pro cycling team inspired me to ride in a pace line with confidence (let the mind wander -VMH, indeed), and some casually deliberate dudes have taught me to relax while crushing it.
    The point is that there is always someone better, who knows more and is willing to share. This is what I love about the sport for which we share so much passion. At one point, I contemplated the inevitable slowing of my progress and perhaps an actual diminshing of my capabilities as I turn the corner on 60 years and the muscles begin to tire. Remarkably, I no longer think about this – I only think of improving and enjoying the Ride, the Bike, and the Rules – you all have administered Rules #2 and #3 to me with lasting impact. You may yet turn me into a cyclist. Thank you, Sensei
  46. Excellent read, thank you for posting. You eloquently state many of my own thoughts, yet I could not have written them so well.

  47. @HMBSteve
    After reading that, I’m pretty sure you are already well-qualified to call yourself a cyclist!

  48. Great article!

    I spent most of my teenage years punishing a mountain bike so hard that after each ride my handlebar would display a slight downwards curvature. I had no sensei, rules, technique, kit, sense of style, or shame. There was not a single meter on my bike other than my inner V-meter. The only timing was imposed by lunch or dinner time. I learn’t negative splits from sprinting home to make curfew hours and be allowed to go out the next day. I rode for pure enjoyment. Rule #6 was the only thing I knew. Even when I crashed. And I did that a lot. Life was simple. Life was good.

    But then my friends all got expensive race bikes, kits, and followed boring training schedules. I could afford none of that and beer was much cheaper. So I lost interest in my beloved mountain bike and started running instead.

    A decade went by and I was forced to stop running due to an injury in my Achilles heel. A friend gave me his old training bike, a heavy generic Aluminium frame with a surprisingly good Campy Gruppo and wheels, weighing in dangerously close to double digits (my mechanic calls it his favourite “schitzo” bicycle, as it has equal parts of greatness and shittyness). With the bicycle came one line of advice: “Get out there and HTFU, motherfucker. When you are prepared we will ride together.”

    A year and a few thousand kilometers have gone by and I am yet to ride with my friend. The responsibility is too great and I am not worthy. Not yet. My guns are still too weak, my spirit too feeble to be worthy of such an honor. I strive to follow the vie Velominatus, my bike is clean and matching, my kit is pristine, and my socks are white and obey the Goldilocks principle. I ride to be worthy of that ride with my friend, my Sensei, whenever it may come. Yet when I ride, my teenage self comes back, I ride for pure enjoyment again.

    This is what my Sensei did for me: a cheap bike and a one liner. Mr. Miyagi would be proud. As would Yoda.

    But I would also like to mention the Silent Sensei. The one in the black Dogma, pristine kits, and perfect stroke that has been consistently humiliating me in the nearby climb for the past year. The Silent Sensei rides past me without even a hiss other than the sound of his tubulars against the hardened pavement. His face is unfussed, his breathing is more controlled than a ninja’s. There is only the slightest nod as he drops me, awe inspiring guns glistening in the sun, while I am left wondering how I managed to live this long with no lungs and toothpicks for legs. The class is over, the lesson is simple but brutal: “Rule #5, motherfucker”.

    Vive la Vie Velominatius.

  49. @pedro

    Your friend needs to attend to Rule #3

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