Happy Judeo-Christian Vernal Ritual Period! Yes, it’s that time of year when we do weird stuff like nibble on large unleavened crackers and paint hard-boiled eggs, depending on our respective faithways. But no matter which team we ride for, there’s one commandment we would all do well to follow, and it’s “Don’t Fuck With The Easter Bunny:”
Hey, I thought we banned DIA, what gives?
Speaking of the season of rebirth, a highly astute reader was kind enough to remind us all of the following:
Amazing! It seems like only yesterday that the sport of professional cycling was literally going to destroy the world:
I admit I do relate to climate protesters, but only because they’re exactly like me when I threaten my kids:
“Do [thing] right now or you’re gonna be in trouble!”
[Kid doesn’t do thing.]
“OK, you’re in trouble now!”
[Thing still doesn’t get done, we all forget about it, and the world continues to turn.]
Meanwhile, yesterday I mentioned Bentonville and the Wahlberg family:
[The Wahlberg Family: Marky, Donnie, Debbie, Michelle, Marky, Joey, Dee-Dee, and, uh, Pip-Squeak]
Anyway, the Wahlbergs are also behind bicycle manufacturer Allied Cycle Works, which I mention not because I care where they make their frames…
…but only because of this:
I’m old enough to remember when being able to change your stem rise without needing to re-cable your bike was true of BASICALLY EVERY FREAKING BICYCLE.
Is this image old enough that we can start using it again?
By the way, here’s that stem:
So simple! So elegant! And much, much easier than flipping a regular threadless stem or [gasp] raising or lowering a quill stem.
Just make sure you use an inner tube inflatable tubeless tire insert while you’re at it:
Spring truly is the season of rebirth.
As for me, I’m making the most of the season by commuting via bicycle, since in New York spring represents the two or three weeks in between freezing your ass off and sweating your ass off:
Ours is a city of bridges:
And by sheer coincidence the Homer’s hues match the Manhattan Bridge almost perfectly:
There’s also sufficient daylight to see me all the way home:
And as much as I complain about this city, the new bike path over the Henry Hudson Bridge is almost enough to make me forgive it for, well, everything else:
Not a bad view:
Not bad at all.
