Tues last week i actually grabed a guys tool kit from the end of his saddle, it was hanging by a thread,i ripped it off and handed it to him, noticed it after he was drafting then wanted to pull a turn.
he was stunned a bit but happy i’d done it.
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Hmm, I got a 9 FCN.
But I think they need to add an extra point category for passing someone whilst ‘no-hands’. Thats always classic.
and another one for passing whilst on the back wheel
Why do … birds suddenly appear, every time you are near …
It’s a shame that Silly Commuter Racing (SCR) is now openly acknowledged and discussed. Yes, many commuters played the game before it ‘came out of the closet’ — even though no-one spoke about it. But, somehow, acknowledging that people are playing the game has made it less fun ---- perhaps because it forces you to realise that:
(a) you’re actually doing it (even if you were pretending to yourself that you weren’t); and
(b) it’s a bit stupid and lame.
<<Players at home can substitute the reference to SCR in the last paragraph for a reference to their own preferred deviant behaviour>>
The fact that I now know that many of the other commuters consider me to be part of their own game means I now find it harder to ‘opt out’ and just enjoy a relaxing ride — even when I’m stuffed or feeling ill.
Yep, I know that probably says something sad about me.
The worst is when you’re just chilling, minding your own business, casually riding and someone tries to race you or wheel sucks you. I don’t feel like racing home EVERY DAY.
while I may start my afternoon rides at times with every intention of keeping it sedate and gentle, I simply cannot allow someone to pass me - once the competitve bottons are pushed, the rest of the ride winds up as a down in the drops smashfest… still a great way to finish the day though, even if it hurts
My afternoon commute is prone to robust headwinds for most of the year. I am big and fat and kind of slow but I don’t get pushed around by wind much. Munters sit on my wheel all the time into the wind. I don’t mind helping my fellow man along a little, sometimes they even say thanks.
Agreed. I’ve spent years racing commuters, very few of whom knew they were in a race. But i’m tired of all that now, I just can’t deal with the pressure of never being overtaken, that realisation that the guy you just passed has shaved legs and probably races for real, or constantly arriving to dinner dates drenched in sweat because I had to prove something on the way - so recently, I made the agonising decision to say ‘screw it’, and I retired from profesional commuter racing for ever. These days, I let people sit in my slip stream as I ride into the headwind around Albert Park lake on my morning bread-run to De Chirico, and it Feels Good.
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haha string them all together and say it quickly…
i would’ve said more of an irish/pirate kinda accent myself.
roly! for the last time irish and pirate are NOT interchangeable.
to be sure they are…YARRRRR
haha “pirish”
Rolly is actually the personification of that interchangability.
More like Cornish
commuter cup involves having a nice spin through the o’connor ridge out to uni. no problems for me.
Jeebus, what’s a Tampoo
it helps that you could almost walk to work from your new abode faster than you can ride it. 
had an amazing ride home friday evening… two super commuters had a battle in front of me from the IOD (nee ROD) up royal pde. one was in full hi-vis (socks, shorts, short) and the other had a bandanna upder his legionaires helmet cover.
they went off the line like jackrabbits thwarting my secret plan to get a tow off of the legionaires cap guy into the headwind up royal pde. he had shoaled me and looked good for it with his ample girth and enthusiasm. they were going hard at it chasing each other down and really going for it. all at about 20km/hr. i let the break that had initially formed hold and watched them go at it… eventually legionaires cap blew up at about cemetery drive and then i rolled up to the hi-vis guy who (it seemed) saw me and decided the keep the battle alive. he was digging himself further and further trying to keep the pace up and was bobbing up and down deeper and deeper until i thought he was in serious danger of headbutting his positive ride hybrid stem.
just before brunswick rd i had to go around him as his pace had now dropped even further through exhaustion and i didnt want to see him do any real damage to himself, either through forehead to bar-mounted speedo/mirror/computer contact or heart attack.
one of the most amusing commutes ive had for a while…