Five things I hate about cycling

Tony Raven

dirtylitterboxofferingstospammers wrote:
>
> Don't have to anyhow, the saddles on my uprights, being Terry Liberator types
> come complete with built-in fart-hole for that turbo-effect when needed - such
> as when climbing hills ;-)
>

So that's why Terrys chose that name for it ;-)

Tony

Tony Raven

dirtylitterboxofferingstospammers wrote:
>
> Don't have to anyhow, the saddles on my uprights, being Terry Liberator types
> come complete with built-in fart-hole for that turbo-effect when needed - such
> as when climbing hills ;-)
>

So that's why Terrys chose that name for it ;-)

Tony

Tony Raven

JohnB wrote:
>
> Punctures in the wet (esp on the Brommie);
>

My puncture repair kit on my Brommie is a taxi.

Tony ;-)

Tony Raven

Ambrose Nankivell wrote:
> In news:20050118131731.13393.00000079@mb-m27.aol.com,
> dirtylitterboxofferingstospammers <wafflycathcs@aol.compomcom> typed:
>
>>LeeG wrote:
>>
>>>5. Prices, certainly at the high end, a quick browse of wiggle.
>>> seatpost £150
>>> headset £108
>>> bottom bracket £103
>>> saddle £178
>>
>>Oh no, one can never spend too much money on bikes (generic term
>>here), bike bits, accessories...
>>
>
> But you don't have to be particularly well off to buy things that are really
> rather nice, of course.
>
> A
>
>

Given the prices it surprising there aren't a lot of fakes from the Far
East being touted out there. Be interesting to get my first Spam
selling Chris King instead of Rolex.

Tony

Tony Raven

Not Responding wrote:
>
> I also hate flat. If you have spent as long as I once did cycling around
> the Fens, you will know that it is flatlands that desolate the soul, not
> hills.
>

I agree. I would much rather the variety of ups and downs than the soul
destroying monotony of flatness. It gets to the point where railway
bridges become the highlights of a route.

Tony

Al C-F

On 18 Jan 2005 17:25:26 GMT, Iain Jones
<spam@freshfield4.wanadoo.co.uk> wrote:

>6. Riding home on this lovely British winter evening.
>
>7. The thought of it still being like this going to work again tomorrow

They sky was clear on the way home this evening, so I expect it will
be cold tomorrow.

Perhaps the clouds will roll in later. So that I can ride to the
station in the rain instead.

Al C-F

On 18 Jan 2005 17:25:26 GMT, Iain Jones
<spam@freshfield4.wanadoo.co.uk> wrote:

>6. Riding home on this lovely British winter evening.
>
>7. The thought of it still being like this going to work again tomorrow

They sky was clear on the way home this evening, so I expect it will
be cold tomorrow.

Perhaps the clouds will roll in later. So that I can ride to the
station in the rain instead.

Mark Thompson

> Hills build strength, wind builds character.

I like it.

To carry on talking up headwinds, no one ever drips with sweat when there's
a headwind about.

MartinM

1. Punctures (goes out to mend one in freezing garage)
2. Wind
3. Winter (the wet British not nice crisp frosty variety)
4. Clocks going back
5. People asking if I'm riding in the Tour.

David Nutter

Tony Raven <junk@raven-family.com> said:
> Not Responding wrote:
>>
>> I also hate flat. If you have spent as long as I once did cycling around
>> the Fens, you will know that it is flatlands that desolate the soul, not
>> hills.
>>
>
> I agree. I would much rather the variety of ups and downs than the soul
> destroying monotony of flatness. It gets to the point where railway
> bridges become the highlights of a route.

A quintessential Lincolnshire landscape is a featureless of expanse of boggy
field, crossed by a single narrow road with an adjacent line of telegraph
poles marching off into the distance[1]. And nothing else[2].

*So* depressing.

Regards,

-david wants to return to the hills of Co Durham.

[1] Think "Marlboro Country". Except it's Cabbage Country round here of
course...
[2] Secret Military Bases Not On The Map excepted of course

Tony Raven

David Nutter wrote:
>
> A quintessential Lincolnshire landscape is a featureless of expanse of boggy
> field, crossed by a single narrow road with an adjacent line of telegraph
> poles marching off into the distance[1]. And nothing else[2].
>
> *So* depressing.
>

You omit that it is not a smooth flat road but an uncomfortable
irregular surface caused by the road surface rising and sinking.

Tony

David Martin

David Nutter wrote:

> A quintessential Lincolnshire landscape is a featureless of expanse of boggy
> field, crossed by a single narrow road with an adjacent line of telegraph
> poles marching off into the distance[1].
> *So* depressing.

> [1] Think "Marlboro Country". Except it's Cabbage Country round here of
> course...

You are in the Plains of Sto Lat and ICMFP.

Nothing quite like the smell of a field of cabbages [1] as the sun hits
them on a frosty morning... for adding that extra mph or two to your speed.

...d

[1] except maybe a chicken farm

Tony Raven

David Martin wrote:
> David Nutter wrote:
>
>> A quintessential Lincolnshire landscape is a featureless of expanse of
>> boggy
>> field, crossed by a single narrow road with an adjacent line of telegraph
>> poles marching off into the distance[1]. *So* depressing.
>
>
>> [1] Think "Marlboro Country". Except it's Cabbage Country round here of
>> course...
>
>
> You are in the Plains of Sto Lat and ICMFP.
>
> Nothing quite like the smell of a field of cabbages [1] as the sun hits
> them on a frosty morning... for adding that extra mph or two to your speed.
>
> ...d
>
> [1] except maybe a chicken farm

Nothing beats fresh pig slurry on a field :<(

Tony

JohnB

Tony Raven wrote:
>
> JohnB wrote:
> >
> > Punctures in the wet (esp on the Brommie);
>
> My puncture repair kit on my Brommie is a taxi.

The front pannier can carry almost anything, can't it. ;-)

John B