The 1971 edition of Tom Cuthbertson's Anybody's Bike Book had a chapter heading cartoon of a bicyclist, a weakling from the waist up and huge muscles on the legs, which is only a slight exaggeration of what happens.
I never saw the veins effect, just big muscles.
The bike book was great - do your own bike work - but became obsolete when manufacturers started going with stuff requiring specialized tools which kept changing with new models. The "current" version has a lot of take it to a bike shop stuff which never happened in the old days.
Yikes is right. From the "before" picture it looks like this guy wears lower calf socks. Maybe they rub sunscreen on his lower leg when they warm-up his muscles. He is burnt where his shorts ride up after riding a while.
The bike book was great - do your own bike work - but became obsolete when manufacturers started going with stuff requiring specialized tools which kept changing with new models. The "current" version has a lot of take it to a bike shop stuff which never happened in the old day
I'm not a hardcore cyclist, but I like to ride and I like to tinker. All to say - the above is why I like to ride pre-1990 steel lugged frames with straightforward moving bits. I can do my own work - all of it, including frame repair. Surpassingly few cyclists are good enough to benefit from the weight savings and other marginal improvements that super expensive composite frames, gear setups, derailleurs, etc. provide - although there are thousands that like to think they do.
Folks might like to check out MIT physicist Philip Morrison's terrific Ring of Truth TV series and book, in episode 2 of which he investigates the energy budget of bicycle-riding Tour de France contestants, observing that such participants “each day, each racer, puts out two or three times the work of a successful marathon runner… and he does it the next day, and the next day, and the next day” for a total of 23 days.
(Also don't miss the Rube Goldberg machine that is built and executed earlier on in that same episode, to demonstrate the constancy of weight, even given much chaotic change.)
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24 comments:
Not very aerodynamic. Or savory.
"You probably think this song is about you. Don't you? Don't you?"
Incredible photo.
Classic 'biker's tan"
only the knee area is in the sun
My phlebotomist would love him. I used to be embarrassed about my farmer's tan. That was 45 years ago. Now I just have a pale, pasty glow.
The 1971 edition of Tom Cuthbertson's Anybody's Bike Book had a chapter heading cartoon of a bicyclist, a weakling from the waist up and huge muscles on the legs, which is only a slight exaggeration of what happens.
I never saw the veins effect, just big muscles.
The bike book was great - do your own bike work - but became obsolete when manufacturers started going with stuff requiring specialized tools which kept changing with new models. The "current" version has a lot of take it to a bike shop stuff which never happened in the old days.
only the knee area is in the sun
It depends on the length of socks the bicyclist wears. Most pro-cyclist types have ankle-high or shoe-high socks these days.
Yikes is right. From the "before" picture it looks like this guy wears lower calf socks. Maybe they rub sunscreen on his lower leg when they warm-up his muscles. He is burnt where his shorts ride up after riding a while.
Blue feet?!
The bike book was great - do your own bike work - but became obsolete when manufacturers started going with stuff requiring specialized tools which kept changing with new models. The "current" version has a lot of take it to a bike shop stuff which never happened in the old day
I'm not a hardcore cyclist, but I like to ride and I like to tinker. All to say - the above is why I like to ride pre-1990 steel lugged frames with straightforward moving bits. I can do my own work - all of it, including frame repair. Surpassingly few cyclists are good enough to benefit from the weight savings and other marginal improvements that super expensive composite frames, gear setups, derailleurs, etc. provide - although there are thousands that like to think they do.
Reminds me of the Triplets of Bellville...
I ride an old Schwinn Tempo and don't have time to do its maintenance during this stage of life. The bike shop people love working on it.
Blue feet?!
Very sexy in the Galapagos I hear.
Freeman Hunt
We may be the last to shift off the down tube!!
Very sexy in the Galapagos I hear.
Only if you like boobies.
The advantage of being out of shape is your legs look like that after climbing just one flight of stairs.
Reminds me of the animated film The Triplets of Belleville.
Argh. Xmas beat me to it.
The first thing that came to mind: Grunewald's Isenheim Altarpiece.
Looks like an outtake from a horror movie.
Hubs has a tendency to get tan lines like that but fortunately doesn't have that kind of extreme lean body mass to produce the grotesque veins.
Folks might like to check out MIT physicist Philip Morrison's terrific Ring of Truth TV series and book, in episode 2 of which he investigates the energy budget of bicycle-riding Tour de France contestants, observing that such participants “each day, each racer, puts out two or three times the work of a successful marathon runner… and he does it the next day, and the next day, and the next day” for a total of 23 days.
(Also don't miss the Rube Goldberg machine that is built and executed earlier on in that same episode, to demonstrate the constancy of weight, even given much chaotic change.)
That's inspiring. I missed my workout yesterday because of the weather, but I'll be back at it today (minus the drugs Pawel is probably taking).
>Black humor< the envy of heroin addicts everywhere.
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