Hammerheads and Nails

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(One mans' attempt to gain acceptance with the local mountain biking community).

To "hammer"—(vi) to pedal as hard as you can for as long as you can.

"Hammerhead"—(n) one who hammers. Likes to vomit during or after riding.

“There are two types of people in this world: those who like to divide everyone in the world into two types, and those that don’t”. --ancient Jebusite saying.

The biking community likes to divide the world into two types of bikers; either you’re a serious biker who some day hopes to qualify for the national championships, or you ride a junker with coaster brakes and a little basket attached to your handlebars in which to carry your groceries on your jaunts to the local Save-a-Step.

This is too bad. There are a lot of bikers who would never be caught dead on a Huffy but just don’t think that riding until you puke is any fun.

I work everyday with lots of these riders. They decline my invitations to go biking with this universal response: “I was once invited on a ride and all the riders said they were going to ‘take it easy’, and then they sped off and left me all alone. It was humiliating, and I’ll never do it again.”

These folks have obviously never ridden with me, but I digress.

We need a group of riders who occupy the middle ground, who like to ride adventurously but don’t care if they finish in front of anyone else in the world. I’ve taken it upon myself to form such a group: the NAILS, a group of riders who are almost the exact opposite of the hammerheads. We are Non-Athletic Intelligent Lazy Slugs, and proud of it.

Not anyone can become a NAILS. The selection criteria are very strict. Below is a partial list of qualifications:

You might be a NAILS if:

--all your bike stuff, including the bike, costs less than $500.

--nothing you own is made of titanium.

--people talk to you about splines and gear ratios, and you stare blankly at them.

--someone asks you what kind of bike you own, and you reply “a red one”.

--the only race you’ve ever been in was to see who could get to the park bathroom first.

--you like to ride last so you can copy everyone else’s line.

--you approach a large hill and you look to see if there is a bike friendly bus-stop nearby.

--bike shoes strike you as being a huge waste of money.

--you have no idea what ‘periodization’ means.

--you’ve never used the terms ‘gnarly’, ‘shred’ or ‘rail’ in proper biking context.

--you use ‘Hammergel’ to lube your chain.

--you’ve owned clipless pedals for over six months and stopping your bike still fills your heart with terror.

--you wake up one Saturday morning, it is 68 degrees and sunny outside, the ground is dry and firm, the Wild calls to you by name, and… you brew some coffee, settle into your favorite chair, and read a book all morning.

[Amelia]

Quote:

you wake up one Saturday morning, it is 68 degrees and sunny outside, the ground is dry and firm, the Wild calls to you by name, and… you brew some coffee, settle into your favorite chair, and read a book all morning.

This is me to a tee!

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NAIL, right here!

I'm also whatever the running equivalent is.