PeakInTwoYears

  • I’ve come to the conclusion that shaving is always better. I’m semi-Velominada this summer, not in great shape, and still shaving. It looks better, my woman (not a wookie) digs it, and it feels great in the wind and in the bed.

  • PeakInTwoYears commented on the post, The Quitter 2 years, 11 months ago · 

    (To be clear, I intended irony in my post up the thread a ways.)

  • PeakInTwoYears commented on the post, The Quitter 2 years, 11 months ago · 

    @wiscot

    You did the right thing by stopping (not quitting). How dumb would it have been to play the tough guy and ride in the rain, risking a crash and possibly a broken collarbone or pelvis? Then you’d have felt dumb. Good call and having done the Hour last year and 50 minutes this year, you’ll be all the more prepared for the next go.…

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  • PeakInTwoYears commented on the post, The Quitter 2 years, 12 months ago · 

    ^ Frank, you can now be that much easier with your decision.

  • The staff is both a staff and a short staff. It’s both a staff and not a staff. If I’m hit with that which I call a staff it will hurt.

    The effects of forgetting to eat on yesterday’s long ride was the first hit with the staff. My being an asshole about it was the second hit with the staff.

  • @ChrisO

    Yes, that describes my relationship with my current feline partner exactly. And I love him for all the same reasons.

  • A god I use expletives with, that is a god I can work with; the Buddha, the bikes, the cosmic circle of life, FFS.

    VLVV, Gianni

    I think of myself as a sort of casual, armchair Buddhist. I make a little […]

    • Om. Very cool.

    • Of course, it makes sense.

       

    • But later in the day I got on my bike, and I felt a lot better.

      This is where it counts friend, nice article, and very deep.  There should be a disclaimer in the title line, “Do not read if not sober” ,…..actually maybe it should be “If sober do not read”….who knows…great job Peakin!

    • Mmm, very wise.

      This is what I admire most about my cat (stay with me here…).

      Dogs pine for things they miss. They anticipate pleasures to come when they see items or hear words and they regret things gone whether it be people or situations. If I dropped dead my dog would lie next to me and slowly starve.

      But cats in general, and my Abu Dhabi cat in particular, live in the present. He was a street cat, literally living out of garbage skips and fighting to survive a nasty, short and brutish life. Now he has limitless food, warm places to sleep and much attention. But if it all went back tomorrow he would just get on with it. He has no horizon. If I dropped down dead he would wait until he ran out of food and then start eating me.

      That cat is my own personal cue to bring to mind things like acceptance of the moment, without regret or wishfulness.

    • There is that theory that the human brain can only feel one pain.  So the good thing about the second arrow is that it removes the pain of the first one.

      A bit like how, fortunately, we can’t actually remember pain, aka The Man With The Hammer, and so happily go out to face him again.

    • @ChrisO

      Mmm, very wise.

      This is what I admire most about my cat (stay with me here…).

      Dogs pine for things they miss. They anticipate pleasures to come when they see items or hear words and they regret things gone whether it be people or situations. If I dropped dead my dog would lie next to me and slowly starve.

      But cats in general, and my Abu Dhabi cat in particular, live in the present. He was a street cat, literally living out of garbage skips and fighting to survive a nasty, short and brutish life. Now he has limitless food, warm places to sleep and much attention. But if it all went back tomorrow he would just get on with it. He has no horizon. If I dropped down dead he would wait until he ran out of food and then start eating me.

      That cat is my own personal cue to bring to mind things like acceptance of the moment, without regret or wishfulness.

      I find them fascinating but have “issues” with canine immorality. But then again, I never raced as any Cat.

      Love your profile Peakin’.

      (Good to be back riding (and posting)).

    • @ChrisO

      Yes, that describes my relationship with my current feline partner exactly. And I love him for all the same reasons.

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      But later in the day I got on my bike, and I felt a lot better.

      This sums up every fucking day of my week.

    • @PT

      I can understand. I’m also a casual Buddhist and Renaissance cyclist. There is rarely such a thing as a bad bike ride – kind of like surfing. The important thing is the going,

      This. You’ll only regret the rides/surfs you didn’t go for.

      Buddhism. Its a beautiful thing, I think. Even casual, armchair Buddhism. I always remember William S Burroughs saying “the East is not for the West” and scathing judgements of people who meditate and hang prayer flags but then go to work as bankers and lawyers.

      Reading Siddhartha in my early 20’s changed me alot. Especially “I can think, I can wait, I can fast”. That line has served me many times and in many contexts. Its a good mantra for a cyclist.

      Om.

    • Buddha

      Too fat to climb.

    • Shuzan held out his short staff and said, “If you call this a short staff, you oppose its reality. If you do not call it a short staff, you ignore the fact. Now what do you wish to call this?”

    • I’d had a hard week of training. I raced on Wednesday. I turned my 45 minute cycle commute into a 50km hill fest on Friday morning, and then on Friday evening instead of taking the short way home I took the longer route that packs a lot of rolling hills, steeper and longer than you’d really like, into a 35k route. And on each hill I beasted myself, and at the top of each one my legs and thinking brain said ‘no more, take the next one steady’, but each time I went hard again.

      Arrow after arrow, but by the time I got home I’d forgotten all about the pain and felt a hell of a lot better about myself. Reset, start again tomorrow morning…

    • @Steampunk

      “A broken staff,” as I snap it in half across my knee.  “Just like your riddle.”

      Shuzan looks on, vanquished.

    • There is nothing quite like the dread of waking up and hearing the patter of rain, knowing that it’s your day to go turn yourself inside out riding lactate threshold intervals.  Knowing that it’s going to hurt; that it’s going to be miserable.  And then you’re going to have to clean the bike once you get home.

      But it’s still better than not doing it.

    • @Steampunk

      Shuzan held out his short staff and said, “If you call this a short staff, you oppose its reality. If you do not call it a short staff, you ignore the fact. Now what do you wish to call this?”

      As if the debate about sock length wasn’t confusing enough…

    • @Harminator

      @Steampunk

      Shuzan held out his short staff and said, “If you call this a short staff, you oppose its reality. If you do not call it a short staff, you ignore the fact. Now what do you wish to call this?”

      As if the debate about sock length wasn’t confusing enough…

       

      Wasn’t it determined that sock length did indeed correlate length of staff?

    • @fignons barber

      @Harminator

      @Steampunk

      Shuzan held out his short staff and said, “If you call this a short staff, you oppose its reality. If you do not call it a short staff, you ignore the fact. Now what do you wish to call this?”

      As if the debate about sock length wasn’t confusing enough…

      Wasn’t it determined that sock length did indeed correlate length of staff?

      No grasshopper. Not if you’re a giraffe.

    • I’m the worst meditator, but I keep at it! Goal for this year has been to work on being present in the moment. Life is good and nothing wrong with planning, but I usually have my mind going in so many directions that I forget to just enjoy the moment, enjoy the day.

      Speaking of sock length…I coach youth lacrosse. Cleat length needs to be discussed with these kids! They have these god awful mid-calf height cleats, and in camo no less! I always wore white socks and low-top white cleats. Classy.

    • @Steampunk

      Shuzan held out his short staff and said, “If you call this a short staff, you oppose its reality. If you do not call it a short staff, you ignore the fact. Now what do you wish to call this?”

      Errrr . . . one half of a pair of staffs?

    • The staff is both a staff and a short staff. It’s both a staff and not a staff. If I’m hit with that which I call a staff it will hurt.

      The effects of forgetting to eat on yesterday’s long ride was the first hit with the staff. My being an asshole about it was the second hit with the staff.

  • As long as you weren’t injured, I might say that witnessing this would have made the (second of the weekend) six-hour round-trip on Sunday well worth it.

  • @ChrisO

    I assumed so, too, at first, but the harder I thought about it* the less “vagrantly” made sense as a joke. Still, a nice article and one that resonates with any Cyclist. “Ten morons plus two” made me smile.

    *This was probably my error.

  • @Oli

    In case Frank misses @PeakInTwoYears and my subtle digs, you mean “blatantly”, bud. *winky-face emoji*

    I think he might have unknowingly meant “flagrantly,” as in blazingly or resplendently.

  • @Oli

    I’ll vagrantly admit that I look like a bum whenever I catch my reflection, yet I still seek it out wherever I tramp, er, ride.

    And I look like my grandfather, who I’ve always suspected was the inspiration for the song “Mr. Five-by-Five.” But, yeah, gimme a big wide window, and I’m the fucking Badger for three nanoseconds.

  • “Vagrantly,” though?

  • Être beau, c’est déja aller vite. Nice work.

  • Yes!

    Riding is like meditation in that (in my experience, anyway) it can both treat the symptoms of depression and/or anxiety *and* re-wire the brain over the long term to make it more resilient to stress.

     

  • @Joe Cline

    “My phone tells me what the temperature is, but it does not tell me how cold it is.”

    That, my man, is gold.

    But to go looking for the bonk? That is insanity. For I want to train tomorrow. I want to build. To be foolish is to fall behind. Walk the fine line, certainly. Ride to the point of needing fuel and then, and only then, re-…

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  • PeakInTwoYears commented on the post, Fendangelism 3 years, 4 months ago · 

    I’ll be honest. I didn’t know Fournel’s Theorem had anything specifically to do with commuting.

  • PeakInTwoYears commented on the post, Fendangelism 3 years, 4 months ago · 

    Read first, then post.

    I’ve told college students the same fucking thing for twenty fucking years. You just have to keep repeating yourself year in and year out. It never fucking ends.

     

  • PeakInTwoYears commented on the post, Fendangelism 3 years, 4 months ago · 

    The only (rare) times I will deviate from the Path is when riding the mountain bike (social obligation) in the worst of trail conditions. This is because I can barely give even a fraction of a wet fart what I look like on a mountain bike.

    Just a few minutes ago, I finished washing our MTBs after a couple of rides that could be called “…[Read more]

  • @LawnCzar

    And then we worked on our bikes and listened to Primus and it was good.

    Yes. Very good.

  • What elective surgery could I sell a kidney to finance that would allow me to actually breathe through my ears?

    (My liver wouldn’t pass inspection and I need every last functioning cubic millimeter of it.)

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