Slayer
So I got off of my lazy ass and finally finished a race journal about Cross Nationals. Sorry it took so long. THERE WAS JUST SO MUCH HURT.
In other news, I bought an iPod shuffle. And a word of advice – if you are a cyclist who listens to music while riding, do yourself a favor and buy one of these things. It’s great. I rode to Portsmouth today with it, daintily clipped to my Bailey Works bag.
As I was riding into town, “Sweet Child o’ Mine” came on. And it was great. I wanted to just slide off of my bike, break into someone’s house, and steal a jambox that I could play it on while thrashing my air guitar. And as the cops came in, they wouldn’t arrest me. They would be won over by my head banging and fake-guitar playing rendition of that 80’s classic. And they would join me in the thrashing and life would be great. THERE WOULD BE RAINBOWS AND PONIES AND SHIT.
I don’t know. The point is, I’m sure it has some little telepathic link to my brain and knows what I want to hear. Like when it was playing Slayer as I was in the gym today.
I think I saw Drew today. I was on a school bus turning onto Mast Road around 12:15pm and one of your people was riding by in shorts/UNH team kit. It was 65 degrees out. I wanted it to be you so I could have an entire school bus full of teenage girls scream “GOOOOOOO RYAN KELLY, GOOOO!”
wow. ryan you are famous. i saw you and i wanted to scream like a teenage girl today too.
yeah 2 am comment!
I saw the high school track meet and thought that one Ms Kerry Litka might be in there…then I realized a guy with a beard, spandex, and covered in road grime might rise the suspicions of a few parents.
And Dave, I was VERY excited to see you on the bike. THE PHOENIX HAS RISEN.
i just got a shuffle too—you’re absolutely right, they are perfect for riding. although, sadly, mine didn’t give me fantasies like yours….
Also, it was Ben, not Andy Jacques-Maynes, who was the early leader of the style points competition. At the Sunday after-party I got drunk and yelled “STYLE POINTS” at him numerous times. He actually started talking to me when I walked up to him at the bar and yelled this, and mentioned that he was looking all over for you guys after the finish of his race. He seemed dejected that he didn’t get his cash, so I didn’t bother telling him that he didn’t even win the final competition.
i’m gonna be the cautious old fool…
don’t ever fucking wear headphones when riding…
ever
we’ve got radio hosts in this fine nation of ours encouraging people to open doors on cyclists to put them in their place…
and you want to eliminate one of the more useful safety senses on the bike?
granted – ya a kid – no one depending on you (vs me with family and all) you getting permanently disabled or dead will affect your parents and family and friends, not your wife and kids and their future…
ya may have a nice spidee sense going…
but…
i feel obligated to provide you with a warning – i won’t say it again
here’s a link to Frazz’s take:
http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/752/581/1600/iPod.jpg
don’t wind up in an iCasket because of a love affair with your iPod
Yeah.
I try to ride safely – aside from this glaring risk. But, honestly, thanks for the warning. As far as the depending on you thing…that’s a good point.
i totally agree about the headphones. Duct taping a couple of boom boxes to either side of your helmet works way better.
I see people riding in Boston every day with headphones. They are generally riding mountain bikes and pushing way too big a gear. They accelerate at a glacial pace and are about as agile as a steamroller.
Sure the traffic in Durham is far lighter, but still. The only people wearing headphones around here are about as non-savvy as one could be and still pedal a bike.
I have mixed feelings about this. I assume that many of them die due to being oblivious idiots, every day, but I never hear about it. So I guess riding in Boston with headphones doesn’t actually kill you dead on the spot. I guess if clueless fools survive around here with headphones, your odds up there are pretty good.
But gewilli IS right. I hit enough cars commuting around here without headphones that you’d have to pay me… or give me health insurance … before I’d do it.