Just a laugh
The weather here in Coffs, like most of Australia, has been unseasonably warm lately. It's been "too darn hot" and caused the cancellation/rearrangement of 2 planned events due to "inclement weather". Very wise decisions on the part of both ride leaders.
Here I am sitting in air-conditioned comfort (global warming? I can hardly feel it if I keep my head buried in the sand) as I wait for my new recumbent trike to be assembled. I've been surfing the net (the UV index being far too high for any other kind of surfing) and came across Cyclist 101. Herein is the link.
To whet your appetite, dear reader, I unashamedly plagarise the blog's author, Cycle Dog by copying the following paragraph:
"Never engage recumbent cyclists in conversation about their outlandish machines. They’re referred to as ‘bents’ for good reason. They’ll extol the virtues of their bicycles until your eyes glaze over. You’ll wish that, like a muskrat, you could gnaw off a limb in order to escape. Bent riders are the bicycling equivalents of Moonies. Do not get sucked into the cult."
Cycle Dog also makes some observations that will have regular cyclists sizzling as well. Be warned, you may LOL!
Ironically, my new trike has come all the way from Great Britain. It hails from ICE (Inspired Cycle Engineering). GB has been unseasonably wet, and lots of bridges have crumbled in the ensuing floods. (Quick, where's my shovel, I need to bury myself deeper!)
Oh, and my trike's contribution to global warming?
After leaving GB on the 10th November, it arrived in Honolulu, on the 13th after a brief stopover in Kentucky of just 4 hours. On the 14th November, it found itself in the hands of some charming custom's officers where they were entertained for two days.
I won't even begin to think about the environmental cost of extracting the metals for the frame from their respective ores, the industrial processing needed. The energy cost involved in the manufacture of rubber tyres, the fossil fuels used to produce the seat ... (the media seems to forget that when we run out of crude oil (and therefore petrol) we'll also run out of all the associated byproducts). Now, what are our cycle jerseys made of again? I digress ...
My new TRICE trike is now safe in the hands of bike mechanics who love it and are carefully assembling it for me.
May I be condemned to cycle for all eternity to pay for my environmental sins. Anyone care to join me?
Carolyn
Here I am sitting in air-conditioned comfort (global warming? I can hardly feel it if I keep my head buried in the sand) as I wait for my new recumbent trike to be assembled. I've been surfing the net (the UV index being far too high for any other kind of surfing) and came across Cyclist 101. Herein is the link.
To whet your appetite, dear reader, I unashamedly plagarise the blog's author, Cycle Dog by copying the following paragraph:
"Never engage recumbent cyclists in conversation about their outlandish machines. They’re referred to as ‘bents’ for good reason. They’ll extol the virtues of their bicycles until your eyes glaze over. You’ll wish that, like a muskrat, you could gnaw off a limb in order to escape. Bent riders are the bicycling equivalents of Moonies. Do not get sucked into the cult."
Cycle Dog also makes some observations that will have regular cyclists sizzling as well. Be warned, you may LOL!
Ironically, my new trike has come all the way from Great Britain. It hails from ICE (Inspired Cycle Engineering). GB has been unseasonably wet, and lots of bridges have crumbled in the ensuing floods. (Quick, where's my shovel, I need to bury myself deeper!)
Oh, and my trike's contribution to global warming?
After leaving GB on the 10th November, it arrived in Honolulu, on the 13th after a brief stopover in Kentucky of just 4 hours. On the 14th November, it found itself in the hands of some charming custom's officers where they were entertained for two days.
I won't even begin to think about the environmental cost of extracting the metals for the frame from their respective ores, the industrial processing needed. The energy cost involved in the manufacture of rubber tyres, the fossil fuels used to produce the seat ... (the media seems to forget that when we run out of crude oil (and therefore petrol) we'll also run out of all the associated byproducts). Now, what are our cycle jerseys made of again? I digress ...
My new TRICE trike is now safe in the hands of bike mechanics who love it and are carefully assembling it for me.
May I be condemned to cycle for all eternity to pay for my environmental sins. Anyone care to join me?
Carolyn
Labels: hot, humour, inclement, recumbent trikes, recumbents, satire, weather
posted by Coffs BUG member at
6:23 pm
2 Comments:
Do we get to see a photo of this new fantastic machine? And so are you two spending the kids' inheritance on trikes now? Can I ask how many bikes you now own?!!!
Tracey
yes, pictures once its assembled
yes, the kids are to be left penniless
3 trikes, 1 road bike and loving it carolyn
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