Feb 16  |  Bro.

Posted by , February 16th, 2011 at 9:45AM    

We all know that bro love trumps all gear love. Next time you’re at coffee with the boys… buy them the coffee, tell them their asses look skinnier than usual. Be the love. Fitness comes and goes through the season and over the years… but the bro-time is forever.

My friend Taylor was trying to talk me into racing again. I told him that I couldnt race and also be a healthy happy person at the same time. His argument was that the driving to the races with the guys was the best part. I told him that when I race I kinda hate everyone, and generally think my team mates are delusional idiots, and that I am the only person with access to some kind of special knowledge or truth (this isnt sexy). I can’t ‘train’ and ‘race’ without becoming a superior overcompetitive monomaniacal tool.*gawd forbid, there wasn’t a podium i ever stood upon where my internal dailgue wasn’t “i’m only here because no fast guys showed up”. cute huh?

I guess we all have different sweet spots to encounter the bro love. Some of us get it at work, some of us get it by riding rather than training, and some of us get it racing.

Where-ever you get yours… happy belated Valentine’s day. Buy one for the boys and remind them that they look skinny and that you love their bikes (*unless they’re set up fasterbackwards or in violation of offenses related to saggy shorts. There’s no hope for those people). It’s really all the love we need.

3 Comments »

  1. superior overcompetitive monomaniacle tool.

    You forgot the “!”

    True True though. Racing takes you to a place that can be, well, It’s the place you need to find to be good. It may play poorly with life and it’s surroundings but it’ll get you to the podium, if that’s where you want to be. Thanks for your posts.

    Comment by BOB — February 18, 2011 @ 5:31 pm    

  2. Bro, I am covering up undies with my bibs today.

    Thanks for the post, Noel.

    Comment by jim — March 12, 2011 @ 2:16 pm    

  3. Did I write that? Seriously, I am so in the same space right now.

    Racing/training makes me a rabid pit bull. Riding and loving life makes me a cuddly Yorkshire terrier. I have nothing against either tact, but it’s more about how I mix with the catalyst.

    Comment by tyler — March 30, 2011 @ 11:39 am    

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