Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Background Exercises, No. 1

It's been stated before that this reference blog exists solely as a public service for the education of the witless individuals unaware of the BikeSnobNYC evolution. Indeed, it has been nigh three and fifty fortnights since the inaugural post, and yet questions still arrive with growing frequency. Therefore, in order to fulfill another 15 minutes of community service I've compiled a few archetypal RTMS posts. These "classics" contain some basic background information -

It's All in the Details* Thursday, June 21, 2007.
The BSNYC Aesthetic is born; basic cycling faux pas are characterized; Pie Plate fatwa initiated.

Seven Signs of the Fixed-Gear Apocalypse Thursday, June 28, 2007.
"And when the Lamb had opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven about the space of half an hour"... and then Vespas were purchased. (Revelation 8:1).

Five Reasons I Hate Being a Cyclist Monday, July 2, 2007.
Typical classic Snob - before he jumped the snark.

This Just In: Deep-Section Rims Provide Excellent Opportunity for Self-Expression! Thursday, April 10, 2008.

Time and tide wait for no man.
-Geoffery Chaucer

Thursday, June 18, 2009

IOJB - The Ironic Orange Julius Bike

via k-wall blog

There's a specific tool for every job - every cyclist knows this.

It's an egregious faux pas to run your crabon fibre Cervélo on your four mile (30km) commute, or to slay some firetrails without at least 100mm of "squish". However, due to the present state of the world, one can now practice such flagrant offenses by using the Umbrella of Irony. The IOJB is the embodiment of this idea, due to the fact that, seriously, nobody goes to Orange Julius. Snob himself stated that he owns the IOJB due to his/her "soft spot for soft drink tribute bikes", not that he actually goes to Orange Julius.

When it comes down to it, the IOJB is just an idea, since only Snob knows the true nature of his bike. Much like the frequent donning of the Chicken Suit, the IOJB is a literary device straddled often to maintain anonymity. It's not known if it is even orange in color. However, it does have fenders (to defend against goose leavings), which leads me to believe that there exists some eyelets of practicality in the orange seatstays of irony.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

The birth of Frilly

Anonymous said...
Commiecanuk,I'm with you...a wink is sexy & fun, there is nothing sexy or fun about a semi-colon.
BGW,You have no idea how naughty the talk can be when its just the chicks.
May 9, 2008 3:50 PM

Commiecanuk said...
oh yes we do..we know exactly what they talk about when together behind closed doors stripped down to frilly underwear and having pillow fights.
Believe me, a LOT of thought is put into that.
May 9, 2008 3:54 PM


Fixed gear bikes, especially when away from their traditional venue (the velodrome, for those of you new to the scene), often have wheels built up with a set of Velocity Deep V rims. Ask the next hipster you see on a fixie what kind of rims he or she “has” on his or her bike, and you will most likely be told that he or she is “rocking” some sweet non-machined candy-colored Deep Vs that really tie the bike’s colorway together. Why does he or she not just “own” or “have” a set of Deep Vs? Because that would be too easy. Anyone can get on craigslist, find a set of rims, meet up with the seller, haggle a little bit, and then return home as the proud owner of a new used set of rims. You see, by “rocking” the rims, you imply way more than ownership. It’s a way of saying that your style/method of using said rims is fucking awesome, or righteous. The Rub/Slay/Palp phenomena are extensions of the concept. Slaying a freestyle session is an exiting way to describe a boring event. Consider the following 2 scenarios:
1. Imagine an undernourished effeminate hipster walking up to Frilly and starting a conversation with: “Hey baby, me and the crew are heading over to an empty parking lot to ride our bicycles in circles, sometimes lifting the front wheel off the ground. Wanna join?”
2. Imagine the same dude walking up to Frilly saying: “Hey baby, we’re about to slay a wicked fixstyle session with Prolly’s crew at the other end of the silk route. Wanna join?”
Now, any aversion to the whole fixter scene notwithstanding, which line do you think is most likely to get Frilly to not think that dude is a douche? The funny thing is, were those two scenarios, along with the ensuing session, to be filmed in a 1920s silent movie style, they would be exactly the same. Same characters, same plot, slightly different words would pop up on the screen every now and then, but that’s just post-production.
Basically rock/rub/slay/palping is just a way for people who follow trends to make what they do sound a little less ordinary. Like calling a stupid Chinese character tattoo body art.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Robert Mackey

As described in his new york times column (, “Rob Mackey is a 41-year-old Web journalist and novice cyclist, who signed up to ride L'Etape du Tour, the single stage of the Tour de France open to amateurs, before he really thought it through.” El Snoberino blogged about said attempt, lamenting about the lack of due-paying by Mr. Mackey. See:, among others. Basically, Mackey, like hipster fixters who decided one day to take up fixed gear riding, or bankers who drop thousands on top of the line bikes and coaching, represent the desire of certain people to get to the results without really having to go through a painful learning curve. Like the asshole who drives down the clear turn lane and cuts you off at the end of it in order to continue going straight without having to wait in line like everybody else. Or the person who refers to this blog instead of reading all past BSNYC posts.

I believe (and I may be wrong, as usual) that Snobby’s disapproval is not directed specifically at Mr. Mackey (he has said many times that as long as people are riding they’re ok), but rather uses Mackey as an example of a disturbing social trend. The man has turned into a symbol. He lives on forever in our insults of snob noobs.




The best day of the week. If you enjoy lounging, goldbricking, and various other underachievement-related activities - this is your day. The capstone of any successful "Wednesday" is the BSNYC/RTMS Afternoon Recreation Kit.

When used correctly, The Kit will simultaneously relieve all duty-related stresses and make food taste awesome. Just be sure to palp your Lounging Smock.