tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16767865.post114652039784793470..comments2023-10-05T12:05:59.078-04:00Comments on Frank Robbins: Cross-Trainer SeasonFrank Robbins, LEED APhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16665375277594304322noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16767865.post-1147204023461411032006-05-09T15:47:00.000-04:002006-05-09T15:47:00.000-04:00I would like to have fire under my hood. Instead ...I would like to have fire under my hood. Instead I am stuck with a flat tire. Both metaphorically and practically.Krishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08333076111325643484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16767865.post-1146935019057580992006-05-06T13:03:00.000-04:002006-05-06T13:03:00.000-04:00I came to the realization early that cars in gener...I came to the realization early that cars in general at least weigh a pair of tons, so I've always done little to piss off drivers in an overt manner. So I basically just do the sail-through thing, too. Their behaviour is so strange. <BR/><BR/>First, you're going to race a meat motor outclassed by the several horses under your hood. Then, you're going to speed off to the red light. Motorcyclists are even worse sometimes. Dude, you've got two wheels and fire. I've got two wheels and fire only in the spirit sense.<BR/><BR/>The worst though is often other cyclists. My commute is about 19 miles round-trip each day and I usually make one half the speedy, sweat-building ride and the other a leisurely one where I can look around. Inevitably on the latter there is some chucklehead cyclist (usually on Berry Street or near the Greenpoint Ave. Bridge) who has to turn it into some obviously competitive race. <BR/><BR/>You go on, Speedy, I'm going to enjoy the view.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16767865.post-1146866636721403792006-05-05T18:03:00.000-04:002006-05-05T18:03:00.000-04:00Kristine, You're right about the uphill, which is ...Kristine, <BR/>You're right about the uphill, which is why this guy, though he must have topped 250lbs was able to crank up the hill as fast as he did. I would say that it was less his size and more my ability to maneuver around the hasidem on the Williamsburg bridge that allowed me to beat him over the whole length of the bridge. <BR/><BR/>Jeremy,<BR/> I do love it when cars try and race me. They'll honk from behind then whiz past then stop 100 feet ahead at the light as I sail through. In the past I would do an open hand pound on their windows, which makes an enoumous sound when you're inside of the car, but after Laura had to watch me almost become the victem of vehicular homicide after I did just that and then had my chain come off, I've since taken to just rolling past and knowing I'm the shit.Frank Robbins, LEED APhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16665375277594304322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16767865.post-1146847034693160472006-05-05T12:37:00.000-04:002006-05-05T12:37:00.000-04:00What about those dipshits in CARS who race you?What about those dipshits in CARS who race you?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16767865.post-1146753180867009702006-05-04T10:33:00.000-04:002006-05-04T10:33:00.000-04:00Wouldn't having big beef cake muscles slow you dow...Wouldn't having big beef cake muscles slow you down in the short run, but allow you to climb hills more easily? So if it was a race between you and big beefcake would you win or lose?<BR/><BR/>Also, i would be very very scared to go 23 mph, and finally, red hook is fun, but not crazy fun..yet. Nice restaurants though.Krishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08333076111325643484noreply@blogger.com