tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586216.post3043369262424508150..comments2023-10-30T01:58:47.716-06:00Comments on Moscaline: Sorry Guy.Tarik Salehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09664260510124463879noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586216.post-66495167718293179592008-03-01T12:26:00.000-07:002008-03-01T12:26:00.000-07:00John,Thanks for replying, that is what I was getti...John,<BR/><BR/>Thanks for replying, that is what I was getting at exactly. I got this vibe when he was slowing down and blowing up that he was just completely demoralized in the process. He did not look at me when he passed me as he was "putting me away" he did not look at me when I passed him back as he was completely demoralized. There were some body language clues as well, slumping over and the like. Anyhow, I hope you are right, this is the start to a great cycling career for him. And soon he will have a useful cycling blog too...Tarik Salehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09664260510124463879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586216.post-90542306209535681412008-02-29T20:58:00.000-07:002008-02-29T20:58:00.000-07:00That is a great post Tarik. I remember when I firs...That is a great post Tarik. I remember when I first started commuting in the Seattle are when I was in the giant dude category: for sure deuce and half, maybe more. I did this same ridiculous thing on the "520 hill" to some real cyclist; I nearly gave myself a coronary passing him. The frustration and shame still bites at me as I think about how he effortlessly glided past me as I attempted to not vomit. Of course I did not make eye contact when I passed him or when he sailed past me. Don't feel too bad; you might have helped the guy. I learned how to climb (still slow, but steady) a couple months later and that event was a big catalyst.John Spearehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07187638368645707099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586216.post-75908029726294870292008-02-29T10:56:00.000-07:002008-02-29T10:56:00.000-07:00Chad, The funny part was, as I was psuedo cursing ...Chad, <BR/>The funny part was, as I was psuedo cursing him under my breath, I was thinking I bet he doesn't stop at red lights either.<BR/><BR/>Mo.<BR/>Yeah, we get a bit of that. Everyone in town rides, hardly anyone commutes.<BR/><BR/>Albert,<BR/> I think I feel bad as kind of feel like I unecessarily demoralized him on a hoopty bike at the end. I don't require a hi from every cyclist, but when you are passing someone slowly you should at least grunt or something. like "sup" or "uhn" or "unnnnnhgrh"... <BR/><BR/>Gpickle,<BR/>I thought I heard the tinny refrains of 38 special as you tried to pass me. Tell Cody the veggie diet is not really working so well for you.Tarik Salehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09664260510124463879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586216.post-88611756744406509762008-02-28T13:37:00.000-07:002008-02-28T13:37:00.000-07:00Oh Crap Tarik, that was you? Sorry man, I was jus...Oh Crap Tarik, that was you? Sorry man, I was just keeping an eye on my heart rate monitor and trying to stay at 85% of my zone 3.5 capacity plus a really good 38 special tune had just come on the ol' ipod so I was kind of distracted. You know how it is! <BR/><BR/>Catch up with you next time I happen to be commuting in Los Alamos...gpicklehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08685384187074808009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586216.post-69988024899573330292008-02-28T10:33:00.000-07:002008-02-28T10:33:00.000-07:00My experience from riding in and around Los Alamos...My experience from riding in and around Los Alamos the last 20+ years is that about half of the riders I meet on the road will respond to my greetings and the other half will ignore me. Whatever....ALBERThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02886292864081560647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586216.post-71137463475417013052008-02-28T09:52:00.000-07:002008-02-28T09:52:00.000-07:00I guess it would be one thing if he had so much as...I guess it would be one thing if he had so much as looked at you, but I'm not sure you owe the big guy anything. <BR/><BR/>It happens every spring here too, when the lizards come out from under their rocks and peer down on those of us riding dumb bikes from their gaudy Bud can and Carbon Feebray mounts and then have the gall to look all indignant when they find out the hard way that those of us who have ridden all winter have a higher VO2 max. (Su-prize!) Eesh, I'll tell ya...it's coming up in April or May and golly, I can hardly wait.Michael Lembergerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17749139439039241349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586216.post-28249811784234634222008-02-28T08:29:00.000-07:002008-02-28T08:29:00.000-07:00I kept expecting to read the part where you stoppe...I kept expecting to read the part where you stopped at a red light, and he blew right through the intersection on his way to Baranca Mesa. <BR/><BR/>Would you ride home, get on the Kelly, and chase him down again?Chadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01189948886783254079noreply@blogger.com