Best not to assume one’s native tongue will provide even a sliver of insight into the language of a technical hobby. In this way, cycling resembles seafaring and the whole pandora’s box of nautica. Port and starboard, fore and aft—we all know some of these terms, but they only scratch the surface of an entire linguistic universe. That they are entirely without utility to the general public is of no matter; this stuff is reserved for professionals and rabbit hole navigators.
Superstrata and the moral hazard of crowdfunding.
I have returned to the cycling world like a chicken coming home to roost, one of thousands to flock to the sport as a result of ongoing COVID-19 concerns and gym closures. This passion of my youth went on pause when I went to college and entered the workforce, but now it’s back in full force. Cue the pablum about never forgetting how to ride a bike. That tired saying is true, though, and the childlike joy that comes from a late afternoon ride down an unfamiliar trail approaches the realm of the sacred when so many of our usual sources of happiness are off limits.