Showing posts with label boston. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boston. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 04, 2011

Fool Of Chains/Buy My Trek Fisher Collection Sawyer


It's late and that crappy title was all I could come up with. Well, the "Fool Of Chains" part...that part's stupid and, as you'll see, wicked literal. The insomnia's back I figured I'd get out of bed, drink some herbal sleepy tea or some shit, watch some Lost and babble at you guys for a bit. Lost has uh...lost me. Once the show went into flash forward instead of backward mode things just got too depressing. I like real magic and lack of metaphor. You know that movie The Quest, starring the kid from E.T., where it turns out that the dinosaur in the rock quarry is really a steam shovel or something? I HATED that shit. It was the worst. All I know is that, if I get to the end of the series and realize that the final two seasons were as worthless as valve caps, I am gonna be pissed. I mean, if I'd known that the first two seasons of The Sopranos were the only ones worth watching, I could have added days to my life. But that's not important right now and I doubt it ever will be.

Of course, if level of importance determined what got printed on Big Bikes well...

Tuesday, May 03, 2011

No, There Are Limits


The sad truth of the matter is...the more I have going on, the less I write. I have done much of my finest literary work when there has been absolutely nothing going on in my life. And now here I am with so much to show and tell and what do you get? Radio silence. So I'm going to do the lay down a bunch of photos and then talk about them thing here, it will get us

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Ultra Endure Guy II- Hey PEZ Cycling Look At You! (You Sexist Douche Bags)



Finally, the long awaited sequel to the immensely popular and well-viewed Ultra Endure Guy Navigating The Mystery video. As always (always? like the past...one times we've done this) the first person to guess whose blog UEG is really reading gets to choose the next blog he reads. (Did I ever even mention that the last blog UEG read was Willow Koerber's? Did I?) If you're looking to read something today...not that I'm saying you shouldn't watch the video, because it's pretty sweet, but if you're say, at work and can't watch a video with sound, then you could check out the post about the hipster traps in NYC I did over on BikeRumor. It might be the best-viewed post I've done over there, and what's encouraging about that is that it is almost entirely made up. No drooling over useless gadgetry, no "hey look at this $20,000 carbon bike!" Just a bunch of crazy-make-em-uppers and weirdness.

Saturday, November 06, 2010

Way More Than A Feeling


I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away

- Boston "More Than A Feeling"
Sometimes I like to wake up to that song. It gets me stoked. I'm not kidding. Seriously. Shut up. No really. Fuck you then.

And what's crazy is that it's a song about a guy turning on some music to start his day. I should stop now, I'm freaking myself out. It was one of the first songs I remember hearing, while lying on the thick, brown and orange shag carpet in my parents' room. I never stopped loving the song. This wasn't the case with all the songs I heard around that time, songs like "Don't Bring Me Down" by ELO (Electric Light Orchestra). I liked that song when I was between four and maybe six-years-old. The first time I heard Talking Heads, I forgot all about that ELO crap. But I never forgot about Boston. Well, I kind of did, until I saw The Men Who Stare At Goats a while back. When George Clooney's character, Lyn Skip Cassady, is talking about astrally projecting, or "remote viewing," Ewan McGregor's character asks him, basically, how he gets in the mood.

Bob Wilton: So what do you use to remote view?
Lyn Cassady: I drink. And I find classic rock helps.
Bob Wilton: Any music in particular?
Lyn Cassady: Boston. Boston usually works.

Then there's this great editing cut where suddenly the camera is flying over the ocean. The song comes in at about 1:25 of the trailer below, but doesn't quite have the same effect.




In 1991, when Nivana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit" came out, and people were all freaked out about how great it was that the song was all, like, slow and quiet and then it got all, like, fast and loud, and it had that wicked awesome riff. I was in art class and I was all like "Dudes, these guys totally didn't invent this shit. I mean, the Pixies totally did the soft/loud thing first. And that riff...they totally, like, bit...totally, uh, bit..." "Totally bit who? Totally bit what?" "Um, nothing...you guys are right this song is totally rad...I'll, like, shut up now...a mosquito, my libido...woo! Yeah! This is totally sweet!"

I felt like I was taking crazy pills.

But what I wanted to say was "They totally bit fucking BOSTON," but I couldn't because the other kids would have strangled me with the flannel shirts they had tied around their wastes for giving credit to such a lame, mainstream arena-rock band. And, of course, back then we couldn't just Google-up facts to make our critics look like dumb-asses, so they wouldn't have bought it anyway, but now, to back up my feeling about "More Than A Feeling," I can Google stuff like this up:

Other critics have noted that this song's main riff is referenced in the Nirvana single "Smells Like Teen Spirit".
Ha! So suck it you kids in my art class in 1991. In your face! If I had a Hot Tub Time Machine, I would come back in time and Wiki the shit out of you bitches.

I know these anti-Nirvana comments will come across to some as infinitely more offensive than my anti-high tube sock, short khakis, and large T-shirt comments from yesterday, maybe, I say maybe even more offensive than my response to Marshall Hance's comment where I said:

And just remember...

arguing with me is like scamming your way into the Special Winter Olympics and competing against me in Special-Curling — even if you win...I'm still retarded.

Damn, that is pretty offensive. Of course what I meant to say was:

And just remember...

arguing with me is like scamming your way into the Special Winter Olympics and competing against me in Special-Curling — even if you win...I'm still retarded AND so is curling.
But shit...it's Saturday morning — no one's looking at this bull crap, not even my grandmother, so I can curse, offend entire third world nations, and self-deprecatingly make light of my own mental disabilities.

If I got you all worked up and pissed off, just watch the video below of men playing noodly jazz on bicycle seatpost clarinets (thanks Eliot). You'll feel better. At the very least you won't accuse me of being a Grunge-ist.


Friday, November 05, 2010

Life Cycles: A Very Serious Film Review Without Any Inane Segues About Racism


It's pretty terrible, even though the spelling is different, every time I write the word "segue," I can't help but think about the dude who owned Segway, dying on a...Segway. And then I think about how George W. Bush was, apparently, one of the only people in the history of Segways, other than the owner of Segway, capable of crashing the idiot-proof Segway. And then I think about how, one day, as I was rolling into San Francisco after my 25 mile commute from Fairfax, I was coming through...I guess it's Fort Mason Park, and there was a group of tourists on an audio-aided Segway tour. They were, for the most part, morbidly obese people wearing khaki shorts that were too short, white tube socks that were too high, and white T-Shirts that were too large, and they all had gigantic headphones on. Maybe I was a little grumpy that morning, maybe I hadn't had enough coffee or something, but I didn't hesitate to yell: "Oh my god, it's an expedition from the planet LAME!"

And that reminds me of how stupid racism is...wait for it.

The other day I did that post over on Bike Rumor about stealing air from car tires with a home made hacked-pump. There were a whole lot of angry, sort of "I'll kill you if you try to steal air from my truck tires you hippie!" comments below that post after a few days. My friend Uri told me he intended to start a fight with one of the irate-commenting dudes who had said:

This is kind of silly. I thought cyclists were against laziness. Hell you give us moped riders a hard look all the time. Buy a Co2 inflator, those work really well. Oh wait, Oh gee! CO2 causes global warming! HAHAHHAHHAHHAHA. Trees and plants use carbon dioxide. You hippies are so full of yourselves you slosh when you walk!

but, after checking out the guys "scary website" he thought better of it — It's a full-on white supremacist site. Now, I don't usually walk on the dark side of the internet street, I kind of play it safe, and what I'd done here was overturn a rock, exposing a dark place on the internet that I knew existed but hadn't spent any time exploring. The guy had also posted a video that day of former presidential candidate and former Grand Wizard of The KKK David Duke, where Duke twists a story about black basketball players gang-raping a white cheerleader into a thesis for why multi-racial societies don't work.



It was interesting to see how Duke has changed his tune (or maybe cranked up the volume) on his racist ranting over the years. I just remember the Ku-Klux-Douche from his horribly-failed run for president and how he took Westwood, Massachusetts and all of New Hampshire in the primary. Something I will never forgive either of those places for. Back then he had toned his Klan-type-talk WAY down, but now, although he's not tossing the N word around (unlike his followers) he is still pretty blatantly fucking racist and antisemitic.

As if I wasn't freaked out enough by the angry commenting dudes white supremacist rants on his site and David Duke's ever-so thinly veiled racist tirade, I then made the mistake of actually looking at the comments below the video. Holy crap. A few samples:

"Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the difference between a Black MAN and a nigger, but there are sadly FAR too many of the latter."

"yeah, if there was Islamic rule, those damn niggers' heads would be off... I mean offfffffffffffffffffffff......­....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And my favorite:

"savages abetted and enabled by filthy homosexual bagels"

Oh, and how can I leave out:

"FACTS Cant be rasict!!!"

What is it with people with dumb ideas expressing them in such a dumb way? I'm sure Mr. "Rasict!!!" wants everyone to speak English...the language he has so obviously mastered.

What's funny is that I made the HUGE mistake of deciding, for the first time ever, to comment on a Youtube video. Apparently my Youtube account was set up in such a way that all the subsequent comments went directly to my gmail account. They were brilliant, I loved the one about how my children should be raped...but after the first 40 or so, I changed my account settings. What's extra-funny is that my comments got deleted event though they didn't contain profanity (the N word is A-OK though) Maybe irony is seen as profanity in white supremacist circles. My first comment merely said "It's nice to see Dave hasn't strayed too far from his KKK roots." And that got me in trouble, so I asked "How did you guys know I wasn't being earnest? Can you just smell a non-racist?" It got ugly. I couldn't help but follow along as the comments developed over the course of the day, it was like watching a ninety-car crash on the freeway in slow motion.

Before sliding the rock back in place and covering up this dark, scary, stinking hole in the internet, I made one last comment (that was deleted) that went something like:

"What are you people going to do when you're living on your all-white, all-Christian, rape-free island? Who will you direct all your hate toward? What excuse will you have to stockpile assault weapons? Who will you be protecting yourselves from?"

There was some other stuff but I forget how it went...you get the point.

I did glance back over my shoulder to read one response to that comment where the woman said something like:

"Fagot, fagot, libral-faggot, WHY WOULD'NT I WANT TOO LIVE ON A RAPE FREE ISLAND you nigger and homosexual-bagel loving fagott?"

One problem with these people (I like to use their terms against them) aside from their lack of grammatical skill and their inability to grasp reality in any way, is that they have no sense of irony. They wouldn't recognize irony if it took the form of a hot iron and hit them repeatedly in the face.

Which doesn't mean that someone shouldn't try that tactic with them and then post the video on Youtube.

And what does any of this this have to do with Segway Scooters? Shut up for a second Chatty Cathy, and I'll tell you. Bike Rumor angry-commenting dude, Dr. Douche, uh, I mean Duke, and all his fuck-wit followers on Youtube have one thing in common: they think that being white gives them something in common. But I'm white and I look at white people like those bloated, white, creatures on the Segway scooters in San Franciso and I think "Wow, do they belong to the same species I do? Are we even from the same PLANET? I have nothing in common with the people...or things on those scooters. If being large and white is a prerequisite for membership in this club...can Beluga whales join? I probably have more in common with a Mareki tribesman from Vanuatu than I do with these wheeled-leviathans with their too-high white tube socks covering their bulging blue varicose leg veins."

So ya, about that Life Cycles review....maybe Tuesday for that? Wednesday? Is that good for you?

Hey, at least my segues were about Segways. OK, and maybe a little bit about white supremacy.

Monday, January 04, 2010


Transition

We got back from our no-bike-Costa Rican-honeymoon Saturday night. And while a whole lot of great stuff that is very interesting to my grandmother happened; I don't think it's really going to be of much interest to readers of The Big Bikes. So we're not going to talk about that too much. It was a tough transition coming back. We walked off the plane at Logan and we could feel the 40 MPH winds whipping through the cracks of the breezeway, coming in off the snowdrift-covered runway. I was wearing shorts, a T-Shirt, and flip flops. I was pissed, "why the fuck do we live here again?"

Imagine if Boston had nice weather and was actually a hospitable, pleasant place to live. It would be really crowded and traffic-snarled and the cost of living would be absurd. Just imagine.

No bikes were ridden in Costa Rica, but surfing was learned. Sort of. I felt it a couple times. I also felt it after I got all excited and spent an hour too many out in the hot sun trying to catch waves. That night my nose damn near fell off. I thought I was going to look like Michael Jackson in the morning. It was quite possibly one of the worst sun burns I have ever received. This kept me from surfing during our last two days in Playa Avellanas. Which was too bad. Aside from the obvious awesomeness of riding a wave, the paddling and the position you have to hold while paddling seemed like the perfect antidote to the constant hunching of cycling (or blogging). I've always been jealous of the surfer posture: head and arms back, almost behind the spine, chest out...OK, maybe I'm just jealous that their arms are bigger than my legs.

SSWC 2010 New Zealand

I was away from the internets when registration opened for SSWCs, but apparently it didn't fill up quite a fast as SSWC Durango or Napa. So I registered with no trouble yesterday. I still have no idea how I'm going to get there. I mean, when I punched my address and " New Zealand" into the Google Maps get directions box, this is what came up:

We could not calculate directions between
33 Irvington Rd, Somerville, MA 02144
and new zealand.

I start swim team this Thursday. If I work really hard maybe I can get swimming-fit enough to freestyle my way there. I couldn't find a "get swimming directions" function anywhere on the Google Maps site. I'll keep looking.

There's some crazy stuff going on over here, big changes...big changes. I'm not ready to make an official announcement, but I'll maybe drop a hint — I may have to change the subtitle of the blog for X.