Man vs. Car update May 2013
Four weeks after head on collision, the repairing continues. You can’t help assessing the progress every day as you get up each morning.
You see your thighs melt, your calves become tired and weak, your stomach a little more round. your head blurs from not being aired and your morale floats downward. Naps are not for recovery, but listless interludes. Meals are taken without appetite, you couldn’t care less about the wind and rain and you look away when you see the beautiful useless bike broken.
I sent the club a wire stating, “PLEASE ACCEPT MY RESIGNATION. I DON’T WANT TO BELONG TO ANY CLUB THAT WILL ACCEPT PEOPLE LIKE ME AS A MEMBER”
Telegram to the Friar’s Club of Beverly Hills to which he belonged, as recounted in Groucho and Me (1959), Groucho Marx.
Its magic lies in its unexpectedness, its value in its rarity…The voluptuous pleasure that cycling can give you is delicate, intimate and ephemeral. It arrives, it takes hold of you, sweeps you up and then leaves you again. It is for you alone. It is a combination of speed and ease, force and grace. It is pure happiness.
(from “Tomorrow We Ride” by Jean Bobet. )
Rites of Passage No. 17
We’ve changed our family car recently.
It’s got a diesel engine. It’s an estate.
I’m officially an old man, driving an old man’s car.
BOOGIE ON REGGAE WOOMMANNN !
Awww, I just looked at the most popular song on my iPod - got me thinking about what an untouchable few years for Stevie Wonder 72-74.
Saw him in concert, but I couldn’t help thinking what it must have been like to be the drummer turning up to audition for the gig in Stevie Wonder’s band. You’ve got to be good.
Breakfast of Champions #3
Sunday morning breakfast at the Hotel du Vin in Harrogate. A delight.
To button or not?
You see, I’ve noticed that gentlemen with a certain sang-froid and panache have a peculiar thing going on when they wear suits.
First of all, they wear suits. Second of all, although they may be may be accused of verging on the dapper, they do seem to dress and act with some consistency based on (I like to imagine) years of ingrained customs and unspoken rules.
So, while watching one of those genteel “an evening with” shows, I manged to decode an unspoken rule.
"When standing up, fasten one button of your jacket. When sitting down, undo the button of your jacket."
If you are a man with any sense of style and class you will obey this rule. Everyone else watch and learn.
That is all.
"Pull your socks up".
Twenty eight years of research into sport physiology, elite performance and human psychology has been condensed into four letters.
You can carry the essence of this philosophy with you.
Choose your own cliche;
Pull your socks up.
Take responsibility for your own actions.
Be positive and focus on outcomes.
Harden the f*** up.
Paris je t’aime.
Cafe au lait and a stroll. Just a hint of drizzle. C’est tout.