‘Sean Of The Dead’, ‘World War Z’, ‘The Walking Dead’, ‘The Road’ (kinda, but not really, but kinda), etc. have all filled me, and anyone who watches them I suspect, with visions of taking every frustration you’ve ever had out on a more lumbering and blood thirsty population.
My favorite of course is Zombieland, the preview for which actually had me standing on my feet applauding;
Anyhow, after watching a ridiculous number of Walking Dead episodes over the holiday weekend, I couldn’t help but notice that not once- Not a single time, did I ever see anyone, anywhere riding a bicycle.
And that actually goes for any of the aforementioned end-times sagas. Is this a commentary about how useless society at large sees bicycles as far as their use as a practical utilitarian device goes?
A bike itself only serves as a visual cue when selling sport utility vehicles, or as it was in ‘The 40 Year Old Virgin’, helps further illustrate someone who is incapable of intimacy and generally socially inept.
I can almost hear the pre-production meeting… “You know what would really drive the point home about this guy being a virgin? That he also rides a bicycle.”
But back to the apocalypse for a second. I find it humorous that even at the end of the world, people are still reliant on cars. Were all the cyclists eaten first because we generally take pretty good care of ourselves and therefore are extra delicious?
I mean, except for this guy;
Or did we all band together and take over a number of Costcos, water parks, breweries, and mattress factories, and we all just hang out partying as we watch the rest of society tear itself apart?
I opt for the latter.
In news that’s even more irritating than a bikeless zombie apocalypse, it seems as though Mike went and got his brand new Blue Collar one speed pinched up there in Seattle;
I don’t know many of the details aside that it was stolen along with his car from a ‘secure’ lot at the port, but the upshot is, if you live in Seattle and see somebody with the bike in question who is not this guy;
-throw a lock on it, cut the tires, call the cops, whatever it takes to get the bike back.
You know… Within reason. I know the battle cry is to kill bike thieves, but I wouldn’t encourage anyone to actually take a life. And secondly, I trust your judgement when attempting to get the bike back. I am uncomfortable with the idea of encouraging anyone to risk their own wellbeing in the process of retrieval as well.
If I had lawyers, they would want me to say that.
On behalf of Mike who lost the bike, Robert who built the bike, and me who complained incessantly to Robert about Mike getting a bike before I did, I thank you for your time and consideration on this matter.
It is now that I’ll put up a video shot and narrated by Rahsaan Bahati and tipped to me by former East Bay cycling star to the stars, Willard Ford;
I posted this over at the AHTBM Facebook page earlier in the week, but it’s too good not to give it some additional traction here.
I think the proper description of this video is ‘pantscraptastic‘, and gives the viewer an up close and personal perspective of what kind of nerves it takes to sit in with the honches, and also what it looks like to repeatedly almost die.
Moving onto considerably less butt-puckering topics, this coming weekend, I will be descending upon Minneapolis for the newest Swobo Folsom Fist Fight;
Among other things, what this means is that I will be unavailable to write a post for Friday. Second to that, the post I eventually do write will be such a thing of beauty, you’ll have to sufficiency hydrate in order to have your tear reservoirs completely topped off.
I guarantee blood, and smiles, and skids, and blood, and laughter, and beer, and derbying, and blood, and funny hats, and young lovers, and broken bike parts and blood, and some marginally decent photographs of all of it.
If you have an interest, stick your head into One On One on Saturday. You know… If you have a thing for skids, or blood, or laughter, or beer, or blood.
One thing there will assuredly be an abundance of, or not, are people taking selfies.
Personally, I don’t like selfies. In fact, the only thing I hate as much as selfies is the image of my own face.
So it was with a small sense of smug satisfaction when I read this piece, and this piece about a bunch of dopes taking photos of themselves while almost getting creamed by the peloton at this year’s Tour Day France;
Do I have a problem with people getting alluring photos of themselves on the side of the road?
No. As long as they’re not getting in the way of the people who are doing the racing of the bikecycles, I absolutely don’t.