Now I understand why some bikes don’t have round frame tubes!
In the middle of the journey of my life, I am--as always--a woman on a bike. Although I do not know where this road will lead, the way is not lost, for I have arrived here. And I am on my bicycle, again.
I am Justine Valinotti.
09 July 2023
02 July 2023
Midlife Or Middle Age?
This blog is called "Midlife Cycling."
The reason for that is that as long as I don't know when I'm going to die, I'm in the middle of my life.
That, of course, isn't necessarily the same thing as being in middle age.
At least I know this: There's no way to escape being in midlife. As for middle age--well, perhaps one could outride it--if, of course, one could ride as fast as one did in one's youth!
11 June 2023
Obedience Training
Call me a curmudgeon or a misanthrope. But I think that if dogs could read, they’d be more likely to follow this sign’s directive
than their human walking them would.
04 June 2023
28 May 2023
The Colors of My Memories
Once upon a time, I was a wannabe, unsuccessful, and then a manqué, racer. I wore jerseys—and sometimes shorts and helmets—that were veritable riots of color.
These days, most of the Lycra bike outfits I see are in carbon-bike hues: stealth black, carbon-neutral gray and the like.
Oh, I miss the good ol’ days!
14 May 2023
Signaling
With one exception, each of my bicycles has a bell. They are effective in signaling pedestrians and other cyclists I pass (yes, even at my age).
Well, most of the time, anyway. Sometimes folks are wearing headphones—not just any headphones, but the kind that seem to completely seal off outside sounds. I ring, I shout, they don’t hear me. On more than one occasion, I’ve tapped people on the shoulder or brushed them.
I can almost understand why someone would design a bike around a horn loud enough to clear the way for a ship full of grain in the Bosporus Strait.
07 May 2023
Precisely
In a shop I frequented, a mechanic wore a lab coat and stethoscope while working on bikes.
That was just one of his eccentricities. Turns out, he’s not the only mechanic I knew who viewed his work in medical terms: Another, who also owned a shop where I worked, told us that bearing surfaces should be “surgically” clean before lubing then.
Ironically, yet another mechanic of my acquaintance went to medical school and never talked about his work in that way. In fact, he didn’t talk about his work at all.
In case you’re wondering how the first mechanic in this story got a lab coat and stethoscope: His wife was a nurse in a nearby hospital.
30 April 2023
May The Best Creature Win
I couldn’t have blamed them. After all, compared to many other species, we’re not very strong, fast, agile, flexible or durable.
If they learned how to ride bikes, would goats—or horses, cows or other creatures—beat us in a race? Or ride for longer?
23 April 2023
Everything Except The Motor
In the 1960's and 1970's, there was a genre of bikes, at least here in the US, aimed at kids (boys, mainly) by emulating a motorcycle as much as one could without using a motor.
These bikes were often called "muscle bikes" and featured high, wide handlebars, "banana" seats, wide tires and, if they had multiple gears, "stick" controls mounted on the top tube. (I wonder whether the latter accounted for the decrease in birth rates after the 1970s.) Examples of such bikes included the Raleigh "Chopper" and the Schwinn "Krate" and "Sting Ray" bikes.
Even the designers of those bikes, however, did not go as far as whoever modified this one:
16 April 2023
It’s Just A Number. Really!
“What’s the fastest you’ve ever ridden?”
That question invariably comes from non-cyclists. They don’t want to know when I’ve kept pace with, or passed, vehicles or outrun storms. Rather, they want the answer expressed as a number. For them, I offer this:
09 April 2023
Happy Easter/Passover/Ramadan!
Today is Easter Sunday. It's also the fourth full day of Passover and the eighteenth of Ramadan.
So, to be fair--and because I'm non-religious and love cats--I am posting this springtime image:
Image by Kilkennycat. |
All praise be to Marlee. And thanks to Max, Charlie, Candice, Charlie (Yes, there were two Charlie-cats in my life!) and Caterina for the memories.
02 April 2023
Coloring
26 March 2023
Don't Look Now!
I took an Art History course that included a final exam with this essay question: "Explain the Mona Lisa smile."
I don't remember what I wrote. I am sure, however, that it wasn't profound, brilliant or original in spite of my belief that it, like everything I wrote in those days, embodied all of those qualities. So it wouldn't surprise you to know that the grade I got--a B, if I remember correctly-- aroused my indignation. (It didn't take much, did it?)
So, being older and wiser, I won't venture an opinion about why the young woman has her hands over her eyes:
I simply thought the image is light and funny--just right for a Sunday morning.
19 March 2023
A Ride I Never Did
I spent a year as a bike messenger in New York City. During that time, I did all of the stupid and crazy things bike messengers of that time (ca. 1983) did--one of which, ahem, is now legal.
(One of the great things about getting older is that the statute of limitations runs out--for most offenses, anyway!)
In the "crazy" category is holding my handlebar with one hand, and the rear of a delivery truck or New York City bus with the other. I did that, oh, maybe a handful (pun intended) of times, and only when I was trying to make an extra-fast delivery--and was, oh, partaking of that which is now legal.
Still, as young and stupid (and angry) as I was, I was never part of anything like this--either as pedaler or passenger!:
12 March 2023
Where Did It Go?
It took me an hour longer than normal. What's happening to me?
05 March 2023
I Can't Account For This Comparison
"(Fill-in-the-blank) is like riding a bicycle."
The reason given is some variation of:
"Once you learn, you never forget", or
"It's all about keeping your balance."
The second reason might apply to this profession:
I have to admit, it never occurred to me to compare accounting to riding a bicycle because, honestly, I know nothing about accounting. Oh, I considered it as my life's work for about ten minutes because people suggested it would be a "nice, stable career." Well, I took a class--called Introduction to Pre-Accounting, or some such thing--as a senior in high school because I had fulfilled my core requirements and had to fill a time slot in my class schedule with something.
That class quickly disabused me of any desire to look at rows and columns all day (Remember, this was before computers and spreadsheets!) and, beyond having used the services of accountants, I've had no other contact with the profession. So I'll believe what's on that mug, even if I don't quite understand the comparison.
(If any of you are accountants, I mean no disrespect.
26 February 2023
12 February 2023
05 February 2023
Only He Could Catch Me
In earlier posts, I mentioned that a long, long time ago (apologies to Don McLean) I raced.
Few people saw my meteoric rise because...well, because I was meteoric. I rode so fast that nobody could catch a glimpse of, let alone catch, me.
Except for sculptor David Gerstein. How he managed to capture me in my moment of glory, I don't know.
29 January 2023
Out Of The Habit?
Many, many years ago, I went to Catholic school.
How many years ago?, you ask. Well, the nuns who taught us were covered from head to toe, except for their faces, in black. I remembered them when, years later, I learned about the severe sartorial codes conservative Islamic states impose on women.
Needless to say, women who live under such restrictions don't do much cycling. To be fair, that also has to do with other restrictions--arguably, the most extreme have been imposed by the Taliban in Afghanistan--on where, when and with whom women can work, travel or simply be in a public space.
To my knowledge, even the most conservative orders of nuns aren't so constrained in their day-to-day movements. Still, I have a hard time imagining a woman riding a bicycle in one of those long habits. Unless...