Even churning uphill on a Saturday morning, side-by-side, out-of-breath, my bike friends and I are talking about bikes. If I heard a recording of the conversation later, I’m sure I’d barf. You would, too.
It goes something like this:
Me: “Huff…puff…Hey…how do you like those tires?”
Him: “Yeah, they’re ok <blows nose>. I like them. They roll alright, and I’ve never had a flat with them, so…”
Me: “<Sounds of strangulation>…I was thinking of getting a pair.”
Him: “Yeah. Good.”
And on like this about every little thing on the bike, for hours and hours, with occasional breaks to discuss other places we’d rather be riding, how much we failed to eat before leaving on this ride, and ideal locales we need to make a plan to ride at a later date.
My wife hears the beginnings of this chat when we’re at cookouts and looks at me and says, “Bleep, Blarp!” and walks away. She’s heard enough. I’m sure I have too, and yet.
A friend asked me the other day what I thought of Tim Wellens, and that begat a half-hour discussion of the modern peloton, the theoretical state of doping, Team Sky, the heartbreak of learning a favorite rider is a fraud, and the withering condition of the species and “ethics.” We only stopped this line of discourse once our coffee went cold and the phone started ringing urgently.
This week’s Group Ride asks, do you talk bikes? JK. JK. I know you do. What do you talk about with your cycling friends? Or are you one of those lonely souls with no cycling friends? Who else could you bleep/blarp to?