Let’s get it straight, everyone in here makes up the Drunkcyclist community. Contributors, readers, bloggers and tweeters, each providing unique perspectives that empower a movement. We live dissimilar lives with similar interests. Interests so rooted into our soul it produces that euphoric feeling which can’t be explained. We meet at the intersection of bikes and booze, finding balance between exertion and alteration. Exerting the effort and altering the mind to create a blissed out experience that’s felt by less than a percent. The simplicity of bike and the capacity of booze work in unison to create the appreciation for life and the land we roll. We seek simple joy and everlasting impact. We’ve felt the feeling and yearn for repetition, but time is short. Jobs, people, sickness and indolence clutter the schedule that should say RIDE. We stick together to provide smiles and meaning. To view all as one and relish the sport for what it is. We are the movement. #occupybikeseat
I wanted to shout out to DC Reader Ron for this morning manifesto:
“Today as I read a post about a book review I thought, “Ride bikes. Ride bikes. The only thing important about bikes is riding bikes.” As a kid in the 80’s, riding untold miles daily on a BMX bike probably bought from a yard sale or if you were lucky from Hills Department Store, we didn’t have specific names for a type of rider. We didn’t have rules, classes, or poser arguments. We didn’t have helmets, riding gloves, or maxi-padded shorts. If you had a bike and rode it, that was awesome. The only thing of importance was time on the saddle (a name only used for horses back then) and having fun with your buddies.
Somehow, in these enlightened modern times, things have gone way off track. The “serious” riders out there need to remember what it was like as a kid to ride a bike. As an adult, it should still be fun, like titties and beer! It’s not work. It’s not serious. It’s just fucking awesome!
Go ride in dress clothes cause you’re too excited to take the time to change. Hang out in a parking lot and see who can make the longest skid mark, who can do the longest wheelie, or sweetest endo. To me anyway, it’s more about the ride than it is about the bike. The ride is life. The bike is merely a means to that end.”
That is all.by