[at-l] Five

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"I have other jerseys I wear, too. I have a really nice tealish aqua one that I like. And, a really pretty blue one that goes well with my eyes."

Yeah, such PRETTY eyes you have, Grandma!!!
-"Camo"
PS: My Trek has a kickstand...

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> Quoting Kent Gardam : 
> 
> > So's I've been a wondering too myself, being only a 
> > casual bike rider as it is that myself finds myself, 
> > why is it that cyclists feel the need to dress the way 
> > they do? I mean, AC-DC? I've found that for my bike 
> > rides my normal everyday not-go-to-meeting clothes 
> > have always worked for me. Mettalica especially. 
> 
> 
> Well, the shorts are easy to 'splain. You want shorts so as to keep your 
> pantaloons out of the chain. You also want snug fitting spandex for less wind 
> resistence and less weight. The shirts, which sometimes look like a NASCAR car, 
> are more difficult to know for sure. You want them to fit tight for the wind 
> resistence factor. You want pockets on the back for holding snacks and water 
> and cell phones and the like. You want a 'quik-dry' material. I understand all 
> of that. I DON'T understand why all the advertising and bright colour skeems 
> are there. I suppose visibility is part of it. I have other jerseys I wear, 
> too. I have a really nice tealish aqua one that I like. And, a really pretty 
> blue one that goes well with my eyes. The thing I want to know is why the hell 
> don't bikes have kickstands anymore? 
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From: athiker at smithville.net (Felix)
Date: Wed Nov  9 08:28:44 2005
Subject: [at-l] Five
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Quoting "George (Tin Man) Andrews" <tinman@antigravitygear.com>:

>  The shirts, which sometimes look like a NASCAR car,
> > are more difficult to know for sure. You want them to fit tight for the 
> > wind
> > resistence factor. You want pockets on the back for holding snacks and 
> > water
> > and cell phones and the like.
> 
> Felix, Felix, Felix.
> The whole spandex/Nascar mental picture is probably more than most people 
> can bear and therapists worldwide have been put on alert BUT please tell me 
> you didn't take a C*LL Phone with you.  This opens up a  #10 can of worms. 
> I am quite certain Benton would have NEVER used one even wearing spandex.
> Tin Man


Well, sure I took a cell phone. I didn't think you could do something like this 
without one. I had it all figured out, too, by the time we got done. I started 
out trying to talk while riding. There were lots of people I wanted to describe 
the scenery and pain to. And, I talked a lot with family members. Most of which 
I saw just days before the trip started. I found that it was hard to shift, or 
brake, when I was talking while riding...so, I had to get one of those 
earpiece/headset things. Then, I could talk all the time. Though, I found that 
talking all the time caused my battery to go dead by about 2 in the p. So, I 
bought a battery charger that you wire up to your wheel...with the little 
generator. It worked great. I then had to figure out where to put the fone so I 
could access it easily. I duct-taped it to my helmet, but the generator wire 
was too short and I found that I had to hold my head sideways for the charging 
to take place. That gave me a kink. I duct-taped it to the handlebars so I 
could see the screen and tell who I was talking to and for how long. This 
woulda worked, too, except that the sun reflected off the screen and blinded me 
on occasion. So, I tried to duct-tape it to my arm, which was badly burned from 
a stove refueling incident, and I just couldn't stand the pain. I finally 
figured out that I could set my fone up so that a woman would say the number 
who was calling me, or the number I was dialing, so I wouldn't have to see the 
screen at all. So, I put the fone in one of the back pockets by the neck of 
Angus' guitar. It seemed to work out okay. I ate ice cream.