Calling bikes "she"

Sock doping
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Epic

People who say that bike builds are sexy or get them aroused. No.

Working with bikes makes this a daily horror show. "she's not shifting as smooth as she used to" "err...so the cables on the bike seem to be corroded" "I always wipe her down after getting her dirty" "le sigh......."

What if you get genuinely aroused though? Hope there's subtitles

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Tukt

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I don't name my bikes.....but my daughters have taken to calling them non-gender specific names. There's "Bananas" ....cos it's yellow; "Dutchy"......cos it looks like the bikes we used to hire when we would go on holiday to Holland; and most interestingly, "The Boring One"......cos to them that's the one I go out on for hours on my own or spend too much time in the garage tinkering with.

My new bike is called Gary, because it's a Gary Fisher and it makes my mum laugh when I say "I really want to go ride Gary next weekend."

Hah, must admit, my daughters do stifle a snigger when they tell mum that "dad's out on his banana!".

Late to the party but this made me chuckle.
I'm no GOT super fan but I do occasionally watch this snippet on the youtube. Classic.

whip

This is the worst.

bomb-proof

Flippant reference to horrific things.

project

The Genesis
The Basso
The Other Basso
the fixed

And when we're alone together it's "bikey", but none of them know I call the others that.

The blue bike.

The grey one with the rear rack. No, not the titanium one, the one with chunkier tyres. Yes, that’s it, that one.

The one I took to Spain.

The black mountain bike with the red forks.

Etc.

Excalibur

Lmfao
Im still not sure why 'she/he/caitlyn' is so offensive
I mean who even gets to decide gender other than yhe individual in this day and age. Baffling
All my bikes are essentially named after the manufacturer and disclipline I guess. Eg Giant road bike, the bmx...
Except Pinky (now white) my old gazelle and my alpine slut which is a white dirt bike.
I wouldnt introduce my bikes to people by their pet names tho

I researched this for one of my projects and the reason 'we' have a tendency to refer to our vehicles/bikes/boats as female is because during the 17th century, the ships used for trading were made from 'female' timber because of its more favourable properties. Because of this, this lead to the owners of the ships referring to their vessels as 'she'.

I totally agree though, referring to bikes as 'she' is gross and slightly odd/weird if you consider that the verb you use to describe using your bike is 'ride'.

"I'll be back in an hour mum, I'm just going to go and ride Erika really hard so I can improve my stamina in readiness for next summer."

Table is fem too.
At least in French.
Pretty sure no one gets up in arms bout that.
Mind you arms is male, so strictly only for boys.....

My buddy's saeco Cannondale was called ketchup and mustard, my old blue and yellow roadie was the Zissou bike. I own few enough bikes to just call them by brand or model names anymore. Pronouns are "it" and "that" because I'm not gross.

Currently got Nigella, Tiffany and Selwin in my hareem and looking at some point to add a Black Prince

I once went on a date with a girl who asked me what my bikes were called. I answered, "Koga Miyata, Cannondale, Kuota..."and said sometimes they're referred to by model "'the' Runner, Synapse, Kalibur..."

She proceeded to rename them with puns.

When on the second date she asked how one of the bikes was (using her pun name for it), as if it were a pet or child, I knew there'd be no date number three.

Omg.
It??!
Fucking that?!!!
Eugh
Literal objectifying is gross.

Do you even consider the bikes choice of identity?

Imagine yourself back in the late 1960s or early 1970s. Standing at the bar of a suburban gold course with a pint of Double Diamond and a double whisky (blended of course) chaser in front of him is a man with a car coat, his driving gloves perched jauntily on the bar next to his car keys and his Rothmans. He has a moustache. Discussion turns to cars. After ratting Barbara Castle for introducing the breathalyser (“It’s socialism gone mad. Worse than the Soviet bloody Union”), discussion turns to cars. He rattles the keys to his company owned and maintained Rover 2000.

“She’s a beaut” he exclaims.

Move on 50 years. Change the car coat for Rapha, the moustache for a beard and the alcohol for some nonsensical coffee related drink in a cycling friendly cafe near Shoreditch.

Having escaped from the suburbia of late 1960s golf courses, I refer to my bicycles with gender neutral pronouns.