Though the micro-maisons of America are stocked with the spoils of consumption and our totems glow with thousands of HD programme choices--all this to say that by most counts we should be well satisfied--it does not mean that bicycle riding is a safe haven from the hidden perils of 1st worlde life. There are hotspots in feet. Disparate brake feel. Warm EPO. Unevenly spaced payment plans. It gets rough sometimes. We know that musique is … [Read more...]
Archives for February 2013
Dumloop von Ghentlemaan, then Sun.
Saturday was a mess. Unless your thing is to enjoy getting barreled on abbey or trippel before noon and sit at the computer watching the Omloop in one of 8 unidentifiable languages, then there were very few reasons to to anything but get barreled on abbey or trippel before noon and sit at the computer watching the Omloop in one of 8 unidentifiable languages. So, for moments I did part of that, watching confused attacks form early, the men in … [Read more...]
Merckxury Rising.
It just makes total sense, ja? I mean, the rock/roll star of riding bicycles, and the grand tour champion of rock/roll? And don't forget the créme supréme of sassylips cyckler bloggery. The three of us come together like Gewiss in the '94 Flèche. Soft pedal for a wee time, bitte - it will be available en vêtement shortlich. Shirts of this design are now available in the shoppe. Go see today!!! … [Read more...]
On When to Walk
My inagural effort was the AZT from the Picketpost south. I know the parts, loosely. It is arguably one of the more premier segments of the AZT; Picketpost, Rypsey, The Boulders and other fine thread. The plan was pretty ideal too, you know, without so much deprivation that I'd resort to crying. I expected one or at most, two nights among the stars before arrival at the 24 Hours in Old Pueblo where I would imbibe and generally not ride with all … [Read more...]
Funnsheiße!
Some Superissimo may or may not be at liberty to pontificate on the frustrations of high-end bicycle repair, but, like whatevlich. Nowadays, the most en-vogue way to tickle/tackle this topic would be an open letter, but the Superissimo way is to buck trends and throw bottles. This one's a direct letter to some Alpha-hole named Dennis, which keeps it from looking like an open letter. Superissimo magique. Dennis, Dammit. Dammit. You have … [Read more...]
Tim Allen – Fat Bike Hoggin For Dollars
Earlier in February, Tim Allen stepped aboard a fat bike to steal $500 bucks from all his friends at the Teva Winter Games 2013. Tim Allen has been a card carrying pro for a few years. He knows the Cave better than most, and often giggles about it. His challenger for the day was Todd Wells' non-brother Jake Wells. Knowing of Tim's palmares, and word of its application to fat bike, and my curiosity brought around simple questions. Or maybe it was … [Read more...]
Pantani, così triste.
He was incredible. It's a haunting image, seeing him sit waiting for the '98 tour to resume. I can't help but assume that aside from being bored while sitting in protest, he may have known the whole circus was getting a bit out of hand. Destroying the Galibier. Chasing the Bastard. He gave up 9 years ago today. Long live Pantani. … [Read more...]
Round the Bent – thoughts on the vernal shift.
Here we all are, then. We've made it this far through the winter, but somehow still find ourselves staring at its gate, chain wrapped around the posts with no signs of compromise. Though your rollers by now are blossoming with salty crystalline formations, and your VHS copy of American Flyers has worn far beyond a simple tracking adjustment, here at Superissimo World Headquarters, the chianti flows merrily. Like good soldiers of the vine, … [Read more...]
Panichianti
What happened yesterday, we don't rally know. It was a tough starte when the back tyre on the scöter flied off at 52KPH. No, rally, we thinke, afterwarde maybe it was just 26 KPH, but brutal with crosswind and anger. So kälte. It first hit off of the shin of me so bad, damn, like slap le Walross. Next to that, was Andraž and his bruised ego from, like his 12th sans-dames night. And front of him all I can hear ist Oskar whimmy about he … [Read more...]
How To: Superissimo Küzette Repair Kit
I have never agree with a bag dangling from the seat like a pair of americanische trucking ball (pelota). This happens so muche in the pleasure cycling I am shaking my mind. The bags are so big I can fit a half a cabbage there and why? Who is preparing like this? Who is having a head so big? Today, we are showing how to make you own Superissimo Küzette Repair Kit with a favorite Superissimo küzi. Okay, so introduce the Superissimo Küzette Repair … [Read more...]