Shit fixie skidders say...

I challenge ANYONE to have a lower pro bike than my current project bike!

I’m currently a die hard taichungalista who is waiting for the right moment for the opportunity to explore titanium’s soul hole.

The made in China welds never really did it for me.

Ha!

Hills used to be my least favourite ... but I got a nice gt rear wheel a few weeks ago and love how it feels on hills.

Rust never sleeps

"I've just tried my phone on grayscale but as someone interested in Photography, I've now found that I like the photos I'm seeing on instagram a lot more since they're black and white"

What kind of hipster idiot wrote that

Probably Amey

Sounds just like something he'd say

Love it.

I was going to post that here but where do we draw the line of shit hipsters say vs shit fixie skidders say?

shit hipsters say

I thought Phil deserved a little better than that

No it's ok, I deserve it

Why do you have two different tires? That's asking for an accident

I don't think I've looked at a bike thread for at least five years...

Simply remove 'thread'.

Time you left the nudist colony?

I have nothing to hide.

Which is the problem.

Would anyone happen to know a bit about choosing fixed gear hubs that are street and weather proof, and fast AF?

10/10

shit internet experts say

Taste is subjective, relax

I have secretly been riding my fixie quite a bit

This musing leaves me with the question: What is gravel? Is it a certain grading of rock size, between 5mm and 15mm? Is it 40c tyres? Is it drop bars? Is it an XC bike? I asked the question on Instagram, receiving a wide but similar theme of answers. Gravel isn’t a tangible thing. Gravel starts where tarmac ends. It’s the enablement of freedom, the freedom to ride further, into the unknown, into adventure. Away from cars. If gravel isn’t any one thing, then it’s everything. It’s whatever you’re on and whatever you’ve got under your wheels. It doesn’t matter if you measure the tyres in millimetres or inches (mountain bike industry please move into the 21st century). It doesn’t matter if you shave your legs or let them grow wild. Though, I go wild now.

'All of this is preliminary to the admission of a huge and unpleasant prejudice, and here it is: when a bright, healthy and highly educated young man jumps on the sleeper train and heads this way, with the declared intention of seeking “#wildplaces”, my first reaction is to groan. It brings out in me a horrible mix of class, gender and ethnic tension. What’s that coming over the hill? A white, middle-class Englishman! A Lone Enraptured Male! From Cambridge! Here to boldly go, “discovering”, then quelling our harsh and lovely and sometimes difficult land with his civilised lyrical words. When he compounds this by declaring that “to reach a wild place was, for me, to step outside human history,” I’m not just groaning but banging my head on the table.'
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Kathleen Jamie on the Cult of the Wild, from 2008. https://www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v30/n05/kathleen-jamie/a-lone-enraptured-male

Thanks to @pastry_bot for putting this extract in the context of gravel bros