Thursday, September 19, 2019

Bike Freak - 1977

The following was found in The League of American Wheelmen Bulletin 
Volume 13 Number 3 from March 1977 

                                                     Bike Freak 
                                                   Jim Luparello 

Do you qualify to be called a Bike Freak or are you a Tourist?  
Listed below are some questions you can answer (and be honest) to find out exactly where you fit in the bike world. 


1: Are you someone that owns expensive bicycle shoes, while wearing regular shoes from the discount store?  

2: Do you wear Lambertini or equivalent bicycle jerseys, while wearing holey tee-shirts? 

3: Do you own a Masi or equivalent, while driving an economy car? 

4: Do you have Clement Seta's (silk) tires on your bike while you have recaps or 4-ply nylon tires on your car? 

5: Will you drive 100 miles to go on a bike ride, but won't drive 2 miles to the grocery store? 

6: Are you someone that promises your spouse or girl friend/boy friend a one-week vacation in
Denver, but neglect to say there is a bicycle rally there? 

7: Do you pay top dollar for Campagnolo equipment on your bike, but look for bargain on anything else? 

8: Does you bicycle glitter and sparkle, yet you can't see out of your car window? 

9: Do you set aside Sundays only for club rides? 

10: Are you someone whose girl friend or wife tells you "you're only interested in two things in life"?              
            A. Bicycles 
            B. Sex 
               (Not necessarily in that order) 

11: Do you ride in cold, rain, and snow, just to earn a patch, but won't go shopping because it's too cold outside? 

12: In a bicycle accident, would you rather skin yourself up rather than scratch your bicycle? 

 Yes answers: 
 0-2 = Weekend Tourist
 3-5 = Club Rider 
 6-9 = Racer 
 10-12 = Bike Freak

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Thursday feels...

More than anything in this world
I just want you to be my woman
More than anything in this world I want to be your man

 I'd walk through fire
Stand in the rain
I'll go to hell and back
On a plane
I'd scale the mountains
Swim the seas
I beg for mercy
Down on my knees

 More than anything in this world
I just want you to be my woman
More than anything in this world
I want to be your man

 I caused you sorrow
I've caused you pain
But love is all we will have to gain
I searched to whole world, oh I
And I want you to be my baby

 More than anything in this world
I just want you to be my woman
More than anything in this world
I want to be your man


 

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Whatcha doing Saturday night?




Hi there!
Do you have plans Saturday night?  
You should consider riding your bicycle. 
There is this event called Pub n Pedal. 
This is its 11th year. 
It starts at the Velo Garage &Tap House (bicycle shop & bar in NKC) and ends over by the Kemper Arena (the Bench). 
Bicycle ride, photo scavenger hunt, pub crawl. 
Free entry. 
Prizes, keg party, etc. 
Bring some friends for a team or make new friends at the event and make a team. 
If you Facebook (duh) look it up. 
Good times practically guaranteed.
Sign ups start at 5.
Event starts at 6. 

See you Saturday (September 16th)!






Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Fat Bike Blues

From the Draft file via January 2017:

Texts I sent to my lady (editors note: now ex) during & post a recent ride on my new to me fat bike. Clearly there were some issues

*Feeling like the biggest chump in the world for falling for the idea that getting a fat bike would be fun. This fucking sucks and I'm probably gonna have to walk this piece of shit home. Damnit.

*Stupid loud rear brake and a rear tire that won't hold air. Fuck me.

*FYI don't worry. A few minutes being upset, then a few minutes feeling foolish for being upset, followed by shaking my head & getting to work fixing the problem.
Decided just to ride home after just in case the fix didn't fix it. Used all my c02 & with a fat tire my little hand pump doesn't seem to do much.
Kind of a downer but overall it's just part of the deal when it comes to riding bikes.
Got home had a smoke, opened a beer, orders Jimmy Johns. 👍😻😻😻




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CheesyTuesday feels....



All that time I was searching, nowhere to run to, it started me thinking, 
Wondering what I could make of my life, who'd be waiting, 
Asking all kinds of questions, to myself, but never finding the answers, 
Crying at the top of my lungs, with no one listening, 

All this time, I still remember everything you said 
There's so much you promised, how could I ever forget. 

Listen, you know I love you, but I just can't take this, 
You know I love you, but I'm playing for keeps, 
Although I need you, I'm not gonna make this, 
You know I want to, but I'm in too deep. 

So listen, listen to me, You must believe me, 
I can feel your eyes go through me, 
But I don't know why. 

I know you're going, but I can't believe it's the way that you're leaving, 
It's like we never knew each other at all, it may be my fault, 
I gave you too many reasons, being alone, when I didn't want to 
I thought you'd always be there, I almost believed you, 

All this time, I still remember everything you said, 
There's so much you promised, how could I ever forget. 

Listen, you know I love you, but I just can't take this, 
You know I love you, but I'm playing for keeps, 
Although I need you, I'm not gonna make this, 
You know I want to, but I'm in too deep. 

So listen, listen to me, 
I can feel your eyes go through me 

It seems I've spent too long 
Only thinking about myself
Now I want to spend my life 
Just caring bout somebody else. 

Listen, you know I love you, but I just can't take this, 
You know I love you, but I'm playing for keeps, 
Although I need you, I'm not gonna make this, 
You know I want to, but I'm in too deep.

Saturday, February 11, 2017

Saturday feels...



"Better Man"

 Waitin', watchin' the clock, it's four o'clock, it's got to stop 
Tell him, take no more, she practices her speechs
 As he opens the door, she rolls over... 
Pretends to sleep as he looks her over 

 She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man... 
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man... 
Can't find a better man 
Can't find a better man 
Ohh... 

 Talkin' to herself, there's no one else who needs to know... 
She tells herself, oh... 
Memories back when she was bold and strong 
And waiting for the world to come along... 
Swears she knew it, now she swears he's gone 

 She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man... 
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man... 
She lies and says she still loves him, can't find a better man... 
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
 Can't find a better man 
Can't find a better man 
Yeah...

 She loved him, yeah... she don't want to leave this way 
She feeds him, yeah... that's why she'll be back again 

 Can't find a better man 
Can't find a better man 
Can't find a better man 
Can't find a better... man...

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Feeling sappy for the Holidaze...


 Old Lang Syne 
-Dan Fogelberg 

Met my old lover in the grocery store 
The snow was falling Christmas Eve 
I stood behind her in the frozen foods 
And I touched her on the sleeve 

She didn't recognize the face at first 
But then her eyes flew open wide 
She went to hug me and she spilled her purse 
And we laughed until we cried 

We took her groceries to the check out stand 
The food was totaled up and bagged 
We stood there lost in our embarrassment 
As the conversation lagged 

We went to have ourselves a drink or two 
But couldn't find an open bar 
We bought a six-pack at the liquor store 
And we drank it in her car 

We drank a toast to innocence 
We drank a toast to now 
We tried to reach beyond the emptiness 
But neither one knew how 

She said she's married her an architect 
Who kept her warm and safe and dry 
She would have liked to say she loved the man 
But she didn't like to lie 
I said the years had been a friend to her 
And that her eyes were still as blue 
But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I saw 
Doubt or gratitude 

She said she saw me in the record stores 
And that I must be doing well 
I said the audience was heavenly 
But the traveling was Hell 

We drank a toast to innocence 
We drank a toast to now 
We tried to reach beyond the emptiness 
But neither one knew how 

We drank a toast to innocence 
We drank a toast to time 
Reliving, in our eloquence 
Another "Auld Lang Syne" 

The beer was empty and our tongues were tired 
And running out of things to say 
She gave a kiss to me as I got out 
And I watched her drive away 

Just for a moment I was back at school 
And felt that old familiar pain 
And, as I turned to make my way back home 
The snow turned into rain

Thursday, December 08, 2016

Human Herd

We set our minds to take him away from your arms
Our greatest fear is never to bring him to harm
Its hard to see his flowing golden hair
For light thats blinding us with market share

Chorus:
You can't protect him from his life
We'll find a way to make you lie
He'll be with us and never die
This the end and you know why

Out to the water you let us pull him down
They never struggle when they to want to drown
They take so much from us without a word
Just a little thing we ask from the Human Herd

Chorus:
You can't protect him from his life
We'll find a way to make you lie
He'll be with us and never die
This the end and you know why

You can't protect him from his life
We'll find a way to make you lie
He'll be with us and never die
This is the end and you know why



Red Fang - Human Herd