That derailleur arrived yesterday. Looks very nice. Thank you.
I set my zip code option in the American Red Cross web page to Colorado Springs (87909) in order to set my “local Red Cross” location and made a contribution to the Pikes Peak Chapter of the American Red Cross. Hopefully, will go to relief efforts to Manitou Springs or somewhere else getting pounded.
I had to check out some of the other Mad Dog offerings on Vimeo, of course. Watched the one from two years ago where you rode the possible course of the Quizno prologue on you Vespa. I have two comments. First you should get into narration of things like Nature or Nova; you could give Peter Coyote a run for his money. Second, you have rekindled a desire in me for a Vespa. Curse you Dog!
Oooh. Vespas on 55 mph highways in the Southwest? I’d use one around town, but not anywhere where getting out of my own way was a priority. For that, I like either the bicycle for instant maneuverability, or the BMW K1100 for sheer “get the fuck outa here fast” ability.
One thing I was unaware of until a recent…event…was how well those double Brembos on the big red Beemer front fork work when paired with nice Michelin Pilot MC tires. God bless the folks at that factory back in the land of my grandparents and a tip of the crash hat to the Michelin Man, too.
Patrick O ‘Brien – you are so right to suggest PO’G get involved with narration! TV, radio and reading/performing audiobooks.
PO’G – seriously! I’ve thought of this before but thought I you might (nicely) discount my suggestion. Take heed of the gravitas and worth of PO’B ‘s remarks!
BTW PO’G you don’t watch TV – if you did you’d see that you look and sound younger than LOTS of men and women on the tube these days.
Libby, have you considered corrective lenses? I’ve taken to applying Bondo before shaving so I don’t lose a razor in a wrinkle.
Plus Bobke has to jabber on the fly. That can’t be easy. A friend’s wife once surreptitiously recorded me and a bunch of bros talking shit one night and then played it back for us. Turns out we weren’t nearly as witty as we thought.
Thanks, folks. There’s something about growing up in the military that gives you the FM deejay voice. Protective coloration, I think. You’re always the new kid, even when you’re no longer a kid, and having no discernible accent helps you dodge preconceptions. (“Ah ha, he’s a Southerner/Northerner!”) One of the drawbacks? You assimilate accents quickly. I have to watch myself in conversation with people who have regional dialects, because I tend to start talking like them, and not everyone finds that sort of thing charming.
I fiddled a bit with radio in high school and college, and I always loved the medium, because like writing (and unlike TV) it requires audience participation. You have to visualize scenes in your noggin. They’re not all laid out for you on the screen there.
Never thought about trying to do voice work professionally, though. I’ll have to mull that one over. Herself thinks I’ve only just started to sound a little more relaxed in the Adventure Cyclist videos. But I’m always looking for stuff to do that isn’t the same-ol’, same-ol’, which is how I started doing the AC videos in the first place.
Lots of us military kids end up in journalism, too. I think it has a lot to do with speedy adaptability to new situations and a facility for meeting new people. Either that or the opportunities for heavy drinking at someone else’s expense.
No worries Khal, I would just ride it around town. A K1100 would probably scare me so bad first time I goosed it, I would sell it cheap. I have always had a fascination with Vespa scoots. Larry could probably explain it to me. Wonder if I could get one in the Celeste color? Nah, it has to be red with the brown saddle.
The K bike scared the crap out of me for the first few months. It had been almost 25 years since I was a regular on a moto and back in those days, I was young with good eyes and reflexes and the bike was a 500 cc tourer, a Honda CX500. Never owned a so-called rice rocket, or I probably wouldn’t be here talking about it. My one ride on a Kawasaki 500 triple (H1 Mach III) was downright scary. Gave it back to my friend, the owner. He lived, as it turned out.
I try to act my age on that BMW. Famous last words.
Fiat 500′s (even the new ones, made in Poland or Mexico if you get one in the USA) and Vespas (even the new, 4-stroke ones) all have that cute factor – that “I know it when I see it” thing that makes it so you can’t help but smile, either piloting one or seeing one go past. Of course I always imagine Isabella Rossellini or Monica Bellucci at the controls – so perhaps that has something to do with it?
Sorry Derek. Bobke is certainly better looking than me. And, he is my favorite Tour announcer. I really like his crash DVD. All disrespect was aimed the the Mad Dog for reminding me how much I would like a Vespa.
Never seen (probably don’t want to either) his crash video but I have to stick up for the boy. He is my favorite announcer as well. He was never a snot even when he was a pro and that made him stick out, then he started announcing and gave us a little real rider’s insight which was awesome. Then one year my wife gave him a ride from Bootleg Canyon back to Vegas. I have never heard the end of it. SOME bike people are cool and speak multiple languages while the rest of us slogging in the mire are worthless pack fodder. I got to wrench for him once in Germany after he switched to MTB’s, The man is a stud, and funny and wouldn’t care a bit about us using him as joke material. I doubt we could say anything to offend him. He couldn’t care less and I certainly don’t deserve any apology but it will be a nice story if I see him again.
I thought he did some of his best work writing race diaries for VeloNews back in the day. Some of those tales were pee-your-pants funny. If memory serves, he wrote them longhand and faxed or mailed them in, not being much of a typist. This drove the editors batshit. But for the readers, it was worth the extra hassle.