So Im on my morning commute - courier bag, toeclips etc - tooling along on the steel fixed. Another cyclist rolls up to the intersection Im at as well. Hes commuting, but hes in full team kit, carbon everything etc.

Not much is said and we take off on the green. My commute is hilly. After 5 or so miles Im still with him. We trade the lead - I fly past him on the climbs, we stay together on the flats and he blows past me coasting down descents.

It seemed that there was not much love on the climbs. Im trying to stay on top of the gear while hes shifting down. On the final climb, he is pushing hard to pass me after I handed his ass on a platter for the first 3 climbs.

Definitely, nice competition but not much love! Maybe hes pissed cause a guy on old steel bike with bag etc was able to stay with him for 10 miles? I forgot to mention, I was pushing as well and my quads are reminding me of that right now....

ah yes, when egos collide...

"Do you ever piss off roadies?"

Umm. I get upset with myself sometimes, so, I suppose, yes.

Guilty as charged!

"you did not mention the 65 mph headwind and the thirty-five feet of snow"

The question is.....are you as good on a geared bike as you are on the fixie??? :p

So Im on my morning commute - courier bag, toeclips etc - tooling along on the steel fixed. Another cyclist rolls up to the intersection Im at as well. Hes commuting, but hes in full team kit, carbon everything etc.

Not much is said and we take off on the green. My commute is hilly. After 5 or so miles Im still with him. We trade the lead - I fly past him on the climbs, we stay together on the flats and he blows past me coasting down descents.

It seemed that there was not much love on the climbs. Im trying to stay on top of the gear while hes shifting down. On the final climb, he is pushing hard to pass me after I handed his ass on a platter for the first 3 climbs.

Definitely, nice competition but not much love! Maybe hes pissed cause a guy on old steel bike with bag etc was able to stay with him for 10 miles? I forgot to mention, I was pushing as well and my quads are reminding me of that right now....

I've never pissed off a Roadie when I ride my SS. Frequently they ask about my bike, which is a vintage Gitane Tour de France, and sometimes we ride together for awhile. I think the key here is to understand the difference between a race and a ride.

The question is.....are you as good on a geared bike as you are on the fixie??? :p

Hmmm - I can say that my rides are more "intense" than on the road bike. Good question. I dont know if you guys experience this but I dont need to go as far or fast (avg) to get a better work-out. I ride hills on the fixie so it forces me to ride in more pain on the climbs where normally I would bail out by downshifting. While descending its super spin time so no sit back and enjoy the scenery time.

I will definitely go out on club rides, but I know Ill be left for dead - the main reason? The descents.

I actually hope that commuting on the fixie will make me a better geared rider because Ill be more used to the pain during the climbs and faster cadence on the flats. But then again, that assumes Ill want to ride the geared bike, Im having so much fun, I think the geared bike will be collecting dust for a while.

How do you know he was pissed? Did he say anything? Maybe there was lots of love. Maybe the heavy breathing was because he was admiring your ass while he was riding up those hills behind you :-)

All this bike sub-sub-culture snobbiness is getting tiresome. Your reverse-chic steel-fixie messenger-bag schtick is neither more nor less cool than his team-kit carbon-everything schtick. We're all bicyclists. We have a common enemy (the four-wheeled dinosaurs). Let's not look for fights where we don't need them.

Anyway, sounds like you got a good workout on the morning ride. Let us know tomorrow how the quads felt on the ride home ;-)

How long is your commute?

And I second Pablo's comment. I commute fixed, but I'm a "roadie," too, I guess.

....I will definitely go out on club rides, but I know Ill be left for dead - the main reason? The descents.

This is always true.
When I go on long hilly rides which include several thousand feet of climbing with a group of roadies for instance, some that don't know me or fixed gear riding in general are simply amazed that I can reasonably keep up and complete the ride on a fixed gear. They must imagine I must be super-human on a geared bike...:p :D But the truth is, I'm no better on my geared bike riding with the same people on these same exact routes.
So in that sense.....some roadies are simply amazed......but never pissed...:D

So in that sense.....some roadies are simply amazed......but never pissed...:D
Right on. I've ridden by chance with roadies who seem amazed at my pace uphills and give me that general "wow you're on a track bike" look and comments. Even the ones getting dropped going uphill while putting in slow base miles in the winter don't seem upset. But maybe I'm just dense.

well said JCavilia

I cant argue with yourt response JCavilia (actually pretty funny), but I can say that your "All this bike sub-sub-culture snobbiness is getting tiresome. " comment is over the top. As far back as I can remember there has & always will be snobbiness in cycling. So get over it!! Some of the biggest type A snob personalities I know are cyclist. They even got a "style" tongue and cheek article in Bicycling its that bad. The only ones that are greater type A's are the triathletes - but there I go again being a snob! Heres something a friend sent me to illustrate my point. Of course, you wont care to read it....


> The Social Order
> by Rick Denny
>
>
>
> Cycling has a social order as highly developed as any caste system on the
> planet. But it's a secret. Unfortunately, all was revealed on
> Rec.Sport.Triathlon some time ago, and I'm the only one courageous enough to
> make this highly classified information public. In response to occasional
> requests to repost this information, I'm placing it here. Now, you only need
> a web browser to know who to snub.
>
> So, here it is, by popular demand, the Modified Cycling Food Chain. The
> first attempt left out mountain bikers, an unforgiveable sin. The
> comprehensive list is the response to a popular uprising from
> single-trackers.
>
> Modified Cycling Food Chain
>
> Yes, I was remiss in leaving mountain bikers off the list. A fatal mistake.
> But thinking about where they go unleashed a whole tidal wave of obvious
> flaws. So, after conducting detailed research, I have created the definitive
> list for all cycling snobs to provide much-need guidance on Who To Snub
> Without Remorse. I provide this service to all of you free of charge.
>
> By the way, I don't care if mountain bikes are 60% of the market. If your
> knobbies have never been off the pavement, then you are The Rest of the
> World.
>
> Here's the Modified Comprehensive Cycling Food Chain:

> Roadies--Pros

> MTBers--Pros

> Roadies--Cat I/II

> Trackies--All, but they must own their own track bike

> MTBers--Expert

> Triathletes--Elites

> Roadies--Cat III/IV

> MTBers--Sport

> Roadies--Cat V

> MTBers--Novice
>
> Triathletes--Age Groupers wearing Speedos in a group ride (plus all of
> below)

> Triathletes--Age Groupers with forward position, 650 wheels, aerobars and
> normal cycling clothing

> Triathletes--Age Groupers on normal road bikes with aerobars

> Tourists--Loaded, cross-country, self-guided tours

> Tourists--Loaded, cross-country, guided tours

> Tourists--Loaded, organized vacation group

> Tourists--Non-loaded, organized vacation group in mountains (e.g. Pedal the
> Peaks)

> Tourists--Non-loaded, organized vacation group in mere hills (e.g. Texas
> Hill Country Tour)
>
>
> bullet
>
> Tourists--Weekend century riders

> Club riders with Fancy Road Bikes

> Club riders with Normal Road Bikes

> Club riders with Aerobars

> Recreational MTBers (off-road only)

> Commuters with fenders, panniers, and lights
>
> Commuters with panniers and lights

> Commuters on racing bikes

> The Rest of the World

> Messengers are orthogonal to this ranking.
>
> If you are riding in a group, you gain Obnoxiousness Points for acting as if
> you are higher on the list, and Humility Points for acting as if you are
> lower on the list. Both points are Bonus Points, depending on who you are
> trying to impress.
>
> Now, you must adjust your position based on the following Unspoken Rules
> (never read these aloud):
>
> If your bike is Italian, you may move up one notch. If your bike is British,
> and you are a tourist, you may move up one notch; otherwise, you must move
> down two notches.
>
> If your bike is aero, and you are a triathlete, you may move up one notch.
>
> Move up a notch this year only if you have ten-speed. Move down a notch for
> each cog short of nine (ten starting next year). [Editor's note: It's next
> year, so subtract one point for each cog short of nine.]
>
> Move down a notch if you have a triple up front, unless you¹re are a
> tourist. If you are tourist and have only two chainrings, then move down to
> the Tourists--Weekend Century Rider rank even if you have panniers.
>
> The Uniqueness Limit allows only two bikes of the same make and model in any
> one group. If the limit is exceeded, then all riders of the offending make
> and model must move down a notch for each excess bike.
>
> If you have visible scars, you may move up two notches, unless you are a
> mountain biker. If you are a mountain biker and have no visible scars, you
> must move down one notch. If you have scars in an area that is not
> displayable in public, and you can persuade a member of the opposite sex to
> admire it, then you can move up two notches, but not in combination with
> below.
>
> The above is correlated to the Getting Regular Sex factor. If you are
> getting any, and you are male, then move up four notches. Add two more
> notches if your partner is in the riding group. Add another notch still if
> everyone else is flirting with her. This factor does not apply if you are
> married, even if you are getting regular sex. (This section was not added by
> me)
>
> If you ride a team jersey for any team you have never joined, then you must
> move down two notches. If your jerseys are tattered from use, then you may
> move up a notch. If you are a roadie, and wear sleeveless jerseys, then move
> down a notch. Drop a notch if your jersey advertises a brand better than the
> one you own. Drop four notches if you are wearing a T-shirt. Drop four
> notches if you are wearing non-cycling shorts (unless they are speedos).
>
> If you do not shave your legs, move down three notches.
>
> If you ride Campagnolo, move up a notch, unless it's Record, in which case
> move up two notches. If you ride Shimano, move down a notch, unless it's
> Dura Ace, which is neutral.
>
> If your bike is titanium, move up two notches. If it is high-end carbon,
> move up one notch. If it is aluminum, move down a notch, unless it's a Felt,
> in which case you can move up a notch until it breaks. QR's are neutral, but
> only for triathletes. If you are a tourist, and your bike is not steel, move
> down three notches.
>
> If you have aero wheels, move up a notch, unless you are a tourist, in which
> case move down a notch. If you ride tubulars, move up a notch.
>
> If you ride with toe clips, then move to the bottom of the list.
>
> Move up a notch if you train on a fixed gear in the early season. Move up
> another notch if you train on a real track bike. [Added recently: Move up
> four notches if you ride a fixed gear in the Virginia hills.]
>
> Move down a notch for each stupid question.
>
> Move down four notches if you use the phrase "I'm a triathlete" in any group
> of Roadies, Trackies, and/or Club Riders.
>
> Move down a notch for each 15 pounds excess weight,unless you are wearing a
> Speedo, in which case move down two notches.
>
> Pronounced cycling-short tan lines move you up a notch, but only in the
> Summer. In the Winter, such tan lines move you up two notches.
>
> If, during the application of the above Unspoken Rules, you ever dip into
> the The Rest of the World Category, then you must stay there. Subsequent
> Bonus Points become null and void. Note that non-roadies may choose not to
> participate in the above ranking system. Roadie participation, however, is
> required. I hope this detailed approach to this serious problem will assist
> all of you in determining who to snub.

As far back as I can remember there has & always will be snobbiness in cycling.

Maybe that's why it's so tiresome.

...The only ones that are greater type A's are the triathletes - but there I go again being a snob! ....


But "tri guys" are notorious for poor bike handling skills. :eek: I realize this is a sweeping generalization with no hard facts to back the comment.:rolleyes:

I cant argue with yourt response JCavilia (actually pretty funny), but I can say that your "All this bike sub-sub-culture snobbiness is getting tiresome. " comment is over the top. As far back as I can remember there has & always will be snobbiness in cycling. So get over it!! Some of the biggest type A snob personalities I know are cyclist. They even got a "style" tongue and cheek article in Bicycling its that bad. The only ones that are greater type A's are the triathletes - but there I go again being a snob! Heres something a friend sent me to illustrate my point. Of course, you wont care to read it....



Interesting, but flawed. I fit in multiple categories. I'm a Cat 5, a geeky commuter with pannier, racks, and lights... have a touring bike, and ride fixed. I also work as a messenger every now and then. I'm all over this list. Oh yea, and I'm fat too.

I'm sure I'm not the only person that fits in multiple categories. I prefer to just think of myself as a guy that likes to ride bikes and takes advantage of it in as many ways as possible.

Well ... er, ok I guess. Sometimes other cyclists do what seem to me odd things. Sometimes drivers do what seem to me odd things. Sometimes joggers ... you get the idea. I guess that you can type and psychoanalyze any random stranger you like, but I'm not sure what the point is.

Well ... er, ok I guess. Sometimes other cyclists do what seem to me odd things. Sometimes drivers do what seem to me odd things. Sometimes joggers ... you get the idea. I guess that you can type and psychoanalyze any random stranger you like, but I'm not sure what the point is.

Example:
When I feel lazy and don't feel like putting on the miles I'll stop at Starbucks for instance and pose for a few minutes over a cup of coffee out at the patio. I make sure my bike is prominently displayed, always crank side facing the street, my feet on the table, pretend to be cool, and do some people watching. It's very relaxing...:p

The only ones that are greater type A's are the triathletes - but there I go again being a snob!
You clearly don't know any doctors or lawyers, or doctor/lawyer cyclists.

IHere's the Modified Comprehensive Cycling Food Chain:
> Roadies--Pros
> MTBers--Pros
> Roadies--Cat I/II
> Trackies--All, but they must own their own track bike
> MTBers--Expert
> Triathletes--Elites
> Roadies--Cat III/IV
> MTBers--Sport
> Roadies--Cat V
> MTBers--Novice
> Triathletes--Age Groupers wearing Speedos in a group ride (plus all of below)
> Triathletes--Age Groupers with forward position, 650 wheels, aerobars and normal cycling clothing
> Triathletes--Age Groupers on normal road bikes with aerobars
> Tourists--Loaded, cross-country, self-guided tours
> Tourists--Loaded, cross-country, guided tours
> Tourists--Loaded, organized vacation group
> Tourists--Non-loaded, organized vacation group in mountains (e.g. Pedal the Peaks)
> Tourists--Non-loaded, organized vacation group in mere hills (e.g. Texas Hill Country Tour)
There's certainly some funny truth in the article, but here's my Proposed Modified Comprehensive Cycling Food Chain:
(1) Person who rides.
(2) Person who does not ride.
(3) Dopers.

Heres something a friend sent me to illustrate my point. Of course, you wont care to read it....

I read it. Some of it is pretty funny. Thanks.

I do like Pablo's modification.

A bit off topic, and speaking of fixed-gear coolness, a couple of days ago while I was sitting eating my lunch in the little park near Hartford's city hall, a messenger rode up. All the messengers here ride brakeless fixies. This guy was holding his short straight bar with one hand, while the other hand held a cell phone to his ear. He hopped off that bike one-handed in one smooth motion (I could hardly see how he did it), cradled the phone with his shoulder while he locked up the bike, and went about his errand without ever interrupting his conversation. It was a thing of beauty. I would say I aspire to such fluid skill, but I'm much too old to risk the broken bones learning.

That story's the first time I think a cell phone has ever impressed me. Those guys are the best bike handlers in the world.

tj90 - yet another internet bike champion. whee.

I wrote this a while back -- a 100% true story (only embellished around the edges a bit). Some are born humble, while others have humility thrust upon them...




Spaz

By Greg Taylor

Spaz: from the English "spastic" (spas-tik)
Function: adjective, noun
Etymology: Latin spasticus, from Greek spastikos drawing in, from span
1 : of, relating to, characterized by, or affected with spasm
2: what can happen when karma catches up to certain people who may have gotten a little too big for their britches. <"Gee, what a TOTAL spaz!">

________________________________


Spaz.

Or, if you like, "clumsy" or "awkward" work equally well. But for my money the pithy mono-syllable "spaz" effectively captures it.

In certain circles, there are those who fervently believe that there are two types of cyclists in the world: there those who do triathlons -- a demanding sporting discipline that combines swimming, running, and cycling -- and then there is everyone else.

Now I won't pretend to hold myself out as an authority on exactly how the cycling world came to be divided into these two camps. All that I know is that somewhere along the way some of the sniffier elements in our sport came to view triathletes as little more than poor benighted souls with short attention spans, sadly incapable of deciding whether they are at a swim meet, a track meet, or a bike race.

(Mentioning the fact that cyclocross races also involve running doesn't make a bit of difference. Cyclocross is Belgian, and anything Belgian is automatically okay.)

The biggest knock on triathletes among the cognoscenti, however, is that they are wobbly bike handlers. Again, it's impossible to say precisely how this bit of Revealed Wisdom attained any level of currency among the arbiters of cycling style. For example, there are those who mutter darkly that true reason why triathlons always have to end with a footrace is because the type of athlete who is drawn to compete in these events lacks the physical coordination and mental acuity to be relied upon to stay upright on two wheels long enough to reach the finish line. Other theorists choose to focus instead upon the various aesthetic crimes committed by triathetes against perfectly defenseless bicycles as the source of instability. The aero appendages, gimcracks, and doo-dads that triathletes are so deeply fond of are viewed by cycling's Defenders of the True Faith as hideous excrescences that befoul the classic beauty of a racing bike; artificial aids that do nothing more than loudly demonstrate the atrocious taste of its owner whilst rendering the machine an ugly and ill-handling monstrosity.

In short, triathletes and their ilk are viewed as total spazzes by Proper Cyclists; an unsteady branch of cycling's extended family that is best given a very wide berth out on the road and welcomed into a fast pace line with the same level of enthusiasm normally reserved for a severe bladder infection.

Not that you could prove any of this by me or my riding buddies, the Lardbutts.

Here in North America cold weather is upon us, and a fair number of the Lardbutts have taken to riding fixed-gear bikes on our regular Sunday ride. Fixies are this year's "in" ride for winter training; they slow things down, force you to smooth out your spin, to say nothing of the very high "cool" factor you get from showing up to a group ride on a bike with no gears and doesn't coast.

The cold weather has also brought a group of triathletes to the Team Lardbutt Sunday ride. Lovingly referred to as the "Tri-Geeks," these men and women quickly fell into the spirit of things, making themselves very welcome indeed by putting up with our bad jokes and avoiding the cardinal sin of using their aerobars while drafting. All of them are excellent athletes, with one of the women reputedly turning in an exceptional time at a big Ironman event in Hawaii.

That's not to say that there isn't a friendly undercurrent of cross-cultural tension between the two camps -- the fixed gear crowd and the Tri-Geeks. Take this past Sunday, for example. About halfway through the ride a subset of the 'Butts -- my buddy JT of dental floss fame, Todd the Arborist, and Yours Truly --- began to feel the need to uphold a little hard core fixed-gear roadie honor over our triathlete friends and establish ourselves as the baddest of all bad-asses occupying this particular stretch of road on this fine morning. Or something like that.

You could almost see the malignant little thought-bubbles floating over our heads as the group rolled along. "Just look at those Tri-Geeks, will you? Take the incredibly-fit Ms. Ironman over there, all friendly and laughing on her decked-out Cervelo. Sure, she is probably capable of cracking walnuts between her petite little butt-cheeks or crushing each of us with her pinkie while sipping a protein shake, but deep down they are all still just a bunch of Tri-Geeks. Gears? We don't need no stinking gears, or aerobars, or deep-dish 650c wheels, or especially those funny water bottle cages that clamp on to the seat post behind your ass. Just stand back folks and watch how REAL cyclists do it. Can I get an "Amen!" from the congregation?"

It all started to unravel at the traffic light at the intersection of Rt. 1 and Old Colechester Road. I was the first to suffer what I will call The Fall From Grace. The majority of the Lardbutts, deeming the red light to be merely advisory in nature, took advantage of a gap in traffic and shot off across Rt. 1. The Tri-Geek Contingent, unfamiliar with the route, actually stopped and waited. In what turned out to be an ill-advised fit of politeness, I waited with them. The light turned green, and I started across the intersection, out of the saddle and cranking hard to get ahead of the group, when one of my feet unclipped and shot out of the pedal. What happened next was later described as either a complete flip or a barrel roll in the air while still attached to my bike. Whatever it was, it was fairly spectacular, with the end result being that I wound up on my back in the middle of a busy highway in front of a group of stunned strangers.

Spaz.

This was clearly a case of pride going before a fall, and I spent the rest of the ride shaking off the intense embarrassment over my self-inflicted arabesque over the asphalt. My new triathlete friends wanted to know if I would do the fancy fixed-gear barrel roll dismount trick again because one of them had missed it the first time.

Ahhh...but the fates had not yet finished toying with the One Gear Wonders quite yet. Fall From Grace II occurred at our post-ride watering hole, the Pastry Shoppe, featuring our own Todd the Arborist in his personal interpretation of the classic Bicycle Cleat Sidewalk Ballet. As is normal Lardbutt Procedure, an advance contingent arrived early to claim a table and get a head start on eating muffins and drinking coffee. Yours Truly and Lonesome Dave were inside waiting in line to place an order, while Todd was outside on the sidewalk, fiddling with his bike. Next thing you know, Todd is flat on his back and flailing incoherently with two bikes resting on top of him. It seems that Todd bumped my bike while fooling with his, he spun around to catch it, and next thing you know it's "Help, I've Fallen And I Can't Get Up" time. Standing there watching it all unfold through the front window of the Pastry Shoppe, I can honestly say that the first thing that popped into my head -- and into the heads of the rather sizable crowd who witnessed it -- was that Todd was having some sort of unfortunate seizure. The second thing that popped into my head was seriously debating whether it was worth giving up my spot in line to call an ambulance and get Todd untangled from all of those bikes.

Spaz.

Fall From Grace III involved another traffic light and another fixed gear, this one being ridden by my buddy JT. Through a series of miscommunications, JT and two of the Tri-Geek Contingent got separated from the main herd on the ride home. JT, being a true gentleman, stuck with our guests and rode with them back to the Pastry Shoppe. They stopped at an intersection and JT was in the process of giving them directions back to their cars when, somewhat inevitably given the events of the morning, JT had an equipment malfunction, keeling over and hitting the dirt before he could unclip his feet. Adding a final insult to injury, JT's dive took out one of the Tri-Guys. Ooops.

Spaz.

Reconstructing the events of the day over coffee at the Pastry Shoppe, it was immediately clear that it had been a fine morning's work for the Lardbutts: three riders on fixies, three embarrassing spazzes. Having put on a display of skill that set back the cause of Unquestioned Roadie Superiority by a good 50 years, there was only one path left to us if we ever wanted to be seen riding our bikes in public again: turn in our wool jerseys, exchange our bib shorts for Speedo swimsuits and running shoes, and to beg Eddy Merckx for forgiveness. Having been found unworthy, we would be required to spend the rest of our riding days among the Tri-Geeks.

If they would still have us, that is.

We were all feeling pretty bad about it when Todd piped up that Lance Armstrong started out doing triathalons, and just look where it got him: seven Tour victories, corporate jets, a rock star girlfriend, and the enmity of the entire French nation. And, you know, despite everything that happened the incredibly-fit Ms. Ironman didn't seem to be too embarrassed to be seen with us, even though she could easily smush our heads like ripe melons if the mood hit her. Maybe the Tri-Geeks would even show up again and ride with us next Sunday.

Personally I think that next Sunday with the Tri-Geeks is probably a go, even though it might take a little convincing on their part to lure them back out. Somehow they've gotten the idea in their heads that fixed gear riders are all a bit sketchy, and that as a group they are pretty spastic in the area of bike control...

tj-

why must the people who ride, simply for love of the sport end up fitting in the "Rest of the World" category? It's the attitude like yours that alienates the, well, the rest of the world from cycling. And a list like yours keeps cycling a less popular sport.

This is always true.
When I go on long hilly rides which include several thousand feet of climbing with a group of roadies for instance, some that don't know me or fixed gear riding in general are simply amazed that I can reasonably keep up and complete the ride on a fixed gear. They must imagine I must be super-human on a geared bike...:p :D But the truth is, I'm no better on my geared bike riding with the same people on these same exact routes.
So in that sense.....some roadies are simply amazed......but never pissed...:D

you could always change it into a SS....

did you really expect people to read all that???

When does the Cliff Notes for that post come out?

you could always change it into a SS....Yes, but I'm just not into singlespeeds.

did you really expect people to read all that???

Absolutely!

Since when did reading become agonizing? This is a text based message for for Pete's sake!

Gregory Taylor, that was greatness. I always enjoy reading your stuff. It reminds me a bit of the stuff Patrick McManus used to write.

I almost spit my coffee out all over the keyboard reading that - good stuff!!! Very entertaining!!!

shoot man...on a good day I piss EVERYONE off....

Most fixie riders are roadies/

Most fixie riders are roadies/


Hence the name of this forum Road Bike Review......

tj-

why must the people who ride, simply for love of the sport end up fitting in the "Rest of the World" category? It's the attitude like yours that alienates the, well, the rest of the world from cycling. And a list like yours keeps cycling a less popular sport.

Funny response - "Its attitude like yours that alienates the rest of the world". I think the only thing Ive done is alienate myself!!!

Im going back under my rock to lick my wounds! You all are brutal.

TJ

There's certainly some funny truth in the article, but here's my Proposed Modified Comprehensive Cycling Food Chain:
(1) Person who rides.
(2) Person who does not ride.
(3) Dopers.

What about dopers who ride???

--Stranded in the Sixties

I only have a problem with dopers who ride. If you wanna do EPO and sit on the couch, or take a bong rip and watch Family Guy, have at it.