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Sagging Saddles and Sexy Stems

Saddle

Still plenty of life left in this one! (Doghead Saddle, by Jordon Esser, Creative Commons Licence).

To a surprising degree, we live our lives according to notions of genre.  When it comes to entertainment the role of genre is obvious.  We like rom-coms but don’t like sci-fi or horror (I don’t understand those people, but they do exist).  Yet genre rules our work lives as well (the types of reports we produce, the inter-office memos. . .all of these often fall into predictable categories with their own conventions and sets of expectations).  But it is equally true of our mediated social lives.  It is one of the reasons I’ve pretty much abandoned FB; every visit I see the same old genres of posts playing out over and over again, people saying the same old stuff, engaging in the same old debates, occupying the same old positions, the stunning lack of originality of our species on soul-sapping display 24/7.

Recent exchanges on the listserv of our local randonneuring club, however, also had me thinking about some of the predictable but odd genres that seem to characterize the discussions that randonneurs have.  Now some of these are specific to the strange world of long-distance cycling, but not a few of them also seem to cross over into the more general world of cycling.  And not a few of those (especially the medical ones; see below) I see (or used to see) all the time on FB.  So for my own amusement and, I hope, yours, I’ve collected a few of the more prominent genres of rando-talk here.

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Two Wheels Against Totalitarianism

Only five weeks have passed since one of the most significant protest events ever to have graced Washington DC’s National Mall.  Already it seems like it happened millennia ago.  Which, of course, is all part of the President Pennywise strategy, a tactic honed during the campaign.  Start each day with some new outrage against decency and pretty soon people will not only have trouble recalling the past, they won’t want to.  They will voluntarily give up the act of memory because it is too confusing and painful.

But I’ve been thinking about the Women’s March again recently and, contra the Pennywise strategy, found myself recalling something I’d forgotten.  That my experience of that day was intimately connected with the fact that in among everything else that was going on, it was for me also a biking event.

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I Read the Book of Nature. Unfortunately it Turned Out to be the Old Testament

Experimental Solo Bike Tour Day 2
Catoctin Mountain Park to Gettysburg
27 miles, 1300 feet of climbing

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