Squooshy, middle aged, nearsighted lady vaccuum-sealed into shiny black spandex
VS.
sleek, drop handled, elegantly merciless crimson road bike with 27 gears and no training wheels.
Let the throwdown begin!
Wait. Maybe I should rephrase that...
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Because I am not the only one who makes this sound.
But I am probably the only one who makes this sound just pedaling the bike down the street.
This is the sound of me on downhill skis. Or using a Skillsaw. Or a hammer. Or sewing machine. Or mowing the lawn at 9:55 PM, in a hurry, and completely missing the fact that the bright yellow extension cord is the same color as everything else in the dark...until silence is preceded by a metalic clash and this ubiquitous human expression.
...I was amazed that Hollywood has kept the same sound snippet for...well, as long as I've been on this blue and green globe. Yet I have no fewer than a dozen tangled wires between me and the monitor--most of which belong to cell phone chargers and headsets: listening devices for this long-lived sound snippet are often superceded when they're only 6 months old.
Now that I have two 50 foot cords and the wisdom of knowing that nothing blows up, the house doesn't catch fire, and I will not be electrocuted, I think that sound is the sound of people pushing their own limits. Making this sound means you're challenging yourself, learning new things...um...somewhat out of your area of expertise.
I am enthralled that the balloon tires and sit upright models are coming back! If you want venture away from the oily biceps, this middle-aged broad who has braved many a Chilly Hilly, weekend rides to Pt. Townsend, Fort Flagler, Lopez Island, and even White Rock (was that really possible?) has a notion of getting one of these sensible bikes to see if I can still steer with no hands...
This is the sound of me on downhill skis. Or using a Skillsaw. Or a hammer. Or sewing machine. Or mowing the lawn at 9:55 PM, in a hurry, and completely missing the fact that the bright yellow extension cord is the same color as everything else in the dark...until silence is preceded by a metalic clash and this ubiquitous human expression.
ReplyDelete...I was amazed that Hollywood has kept the same sound snippet for...well, as long as I've been on this blue and green globe. Yet I have no fewer than a dozen tangled wires between me and the monitor--most of which belong to cell phone chargers and headsets: listening devices for this long-lived sound snippet are often superceded when they're only 6 months old.
Now that I have two 50 foot cords and the wisdom of knowing that nothing blows up, the house doesn't catch fire, and I will not be electrocuted, I think that sound is the sound of people pushing their own limits. Making this sound means you're challenging yourself, learning new things...um...somewhat out of your area of expertise.
I am enthralled that the balloon tires and sit upright models are coming back! If you want venture away from the oily biceps, this middle-aged broad who has braved many a Chilly Hilly, weekend rides to Pt. Townsend, Fort Flagler, Lopez Island, and even White Rock (was that really possible?) has a notion of getting one of these sensible bikes to see if I can still steer with no hands...
Yenelli
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