Things I Think About When I Cycle...

I think about how I wish I had time to waste constructively on the forum and not banging around the place at breakneck speed

Counting pelvic floors

I like to think about my hands, I imagine them in all different kinds of orientations, I imagine them slightly bigger than they actually are, sometimes I see them fighting, one hand against the other, then a third turns up and get's stick in, sometimes this third hand has a finger missing, sometimes it is crying, other times it's stoic, towards the end of the fight the hands kind of make up, they get over their differences and all work together to invent something futuristic, I imagine giving them a small laser pointer for their birthday present, they use it in their experiments, sometimes for good, sometime for bad.

Hands.
tynan?

I think about all of the things, all of the people that I hate. Their names and faces run through my mind as I consider what I would like to do to them. I think about taking a baseball bat and raining it down on their heads which lie in over-flowing urinals as the blood mixes with the piss and discarded teeth hair and flesh are scattered.

That generally helps me get up hills.

I think about all of the things, all of the people that I hate. Their names and faces run through my mind as I consider what I would like to do to them. I think about taking a baseball bat and raining it down on their heads which lie in over-flowing urinals as the blood mixes with the piss and discarded teeth hair and flesh are scattered.

That generally helps me get up hills.

Sheen?

Sheen?

To clean the baseball bat?

I think about all of the things, all of the people that I hate. Their names and faces run through my mind as I consider what I would like to do to them. I think about taking a baseball bat and raining it down on their heads which lie in over-flowing urinals as the blood mixes with the piss and discarded teeth hair and flesh are scattered.

That generally helps me get up hills.

ace

I'm obsessed with my technique at the moment. Many moons ago, VB (as he was then known) pointed out, that the best way to spin the cranks quickly and freely is to think circles. Works for me.

So I think about circles a lot.

This is a nice one.

cambridge:

Wheee!
Oh look, a bird.
Whoa, look out for that car/ped...
Wheee!
Bit windy innit?
Sky looks nice.
Wheee!
That's a nice tree shadow.
Look.
Wheee!
Damn missed the train.
Circles, do circles.
My handlebars are too far forward.
Ha ha! No hands! I'm flyyyyyyying!!!

london:

Wheee!
Steady, steady, look, look, look.
Whoa, watch out for that car/ped.
Fucking potholes.
I don't want to die today.
Where am I?
Look, look, look.
Wheee!
Oh, I recognise this street.
Fuck, massive junction/roundabout ahead.
Look, look, look. Can they see me?
I don't want to die today.
Fucking potholes.
Wheee!
I love bridges! Ha! Crossing the river ftw!
Whee!
What's going on up ahead?
Look, look, look.
Fucking potholes.
etc.

I ride in London - nice summary :-) - I must try Cambridge!!

I think about onion and how to introduce it to a female.

Post of the month. Uniophile.

It's also good to listen to keyboard based music and pretend you are an important synthesizer player in an important band and you are being pursued by a secret government agency who want your brains for science experimentation and you are prepared to do literally anything to escape them, I've run children down fleeing this 'agency' and once jumped into the Thames.

They didn't get me, I held my breath underwater until it got dark and the ambulance crew and river police gave up on the search.

They are in on it.

That's not the first post of yours I've read when I've thought you've definitely got an apt username...

Commuting: In no particular order
What's that, there, left, right, in front of me.
Fuck off. Fuck off. Fuck OFF!
yeah cheers mate!
Oops. Er, sorry.
Thank fuck that's quietened down.
What's that squeak?
Should I trackstand? Will I look a wanker? Yes. But you're wearing those socks, with those shoes.
That's a new noise.
ANd you grandad.
Do I know them? No.
Sometimes:
"oh hello , how you?"

When out of the city:
Not much, usually scaring myself when I go down hills.
I also find if my thoughts turn to angry stuff and thinking about what other people might think about me or providing commentary from JohnMotson, it's time to have something to eat or drink.

Sometimes I run through arguements that I would really like to have with people but shouldn't.
I do this out loud.

Sometimes I run through arguements that I would really like to have with people but shouldn't.
I do this out loud.

Oh, I do this too. I also babble to myself over and over, just single words/phrases, General Lucifer-style, only OUT LOUD. I only realise I'm doing it once I start wondering why everybody seems to be staring at me with open mouths.

:(

Edit: I am not sure I would call this 'thinking' per se, though, more just something my brain does on its own when it is ostensibly inactive

Commuting: In no particular order
What's that, there, left, right, in front of me.
Fuck off. Fuck off. Fuck OFF!
yeah cheers mate!
Oops. Er, sorry.
Thank fuck that's quietened down.
What's that squeak?
Should I trackstand? Will I look a wanker? Yes. But you're wearing those socks, with those shoes.
That's a new noise.
ANd you grandad.
Do I know them? No.
Sometimes:
"oh hello , how you?"

This. Unless there is zero traffic and it's early or late I feel like a furtive sparrow.

Out on the weekends is private time.

Oh, I do this too. I also babble to myself over and over, just single words/phrases, General Lucifer-style, only OUT LOUD. ...

Sometimes I run through arguements that I would really like to have with people but shouldn't.
I do this out loud.

Right now, I'm picturing this guy and wondering if you both know him ;-)

YouTube - Portlandia extract - fixie boy

"I hate buses. Grrr..I really hate buses"

That's not the first post of yours I've read when I've thought you've definitely got an apt username...

That's not the first post of yours I've read when I've thought you've definitely got a 6pt username...

During commutes:
Is that bus raceable?
How about that moped?
That casual Porsche/ Ferrari. 500bhp? 5watts, more like! Overtakes it
I wish there was a hill..

During longer rides:
This is nowhere as fast as my commute.
Why am I so frikkin' slow..
I wish there was a fit female cyclist with a nice arse to draft to.

"I hate buses. Grrr..I really hate buses"

Snap!

Greenwich park hill; spin spin spin spin spin spinspinspinspinspinspin

thanks cycling gods for front brake

^^Overtakes casually spinning.

Today's much needed spin had the following announce themselves on my cerebral heads-up display.

1 - Britney Spears' 'Toxic' - not sung aloud. More sitting quietly on my shoulder like the Devil.

2 - Paloma Faith's 'Never Tear Us Apart' - replaced the above when I tired of it.

3 - A dead something or other, squished flat and splayed into the road like only a cartoon could imagine had me pondering life. It had left this poor rodent, never to return. That the impossibility of God plugs the gap between life and its absence shows the limits of rationality. Either that, or Walt Disney's the Second Coming.

4 - How much I was looking forward to a good dollop of duck rillettes with toasted rye bread once I returned.