Socially Retarded.

6 11 2011

Basic Human Interaction. I am a pretty approachable guy. I could strike up a conversation with anyone and end up making a new friendly acquaintance. Everyone can be shy but when it comes to normal basic exchanges we all do a pretty good job.

I am not sure what manual your parents used to raise you but the one my parents used included training on how to interact with other people. What do you do when someone approaches you and says hello.

“Hey, how’s it going?”
“Good, man, you?”
“Fabulous! Could I offer you a hot beverage?”
“That would be awesome. Thanks!”

Pretty basic,right? This is the sort of interaction we have multiple times per day, everyday. That’s a lot of delicious hot beverage! So we get quite a bit of practice.. Here’s what I got the other day at the store. I approach a couple guys in the shop….

“Hey guys. How’s it going today?”
“Where are your socks?”

Look at the two conversation above. One has two more lines and didn’t leave me wanting to shove a pair or Merino Wool ski socks up his…. Don’t worry it’s Merino, it won’t be itchy. I can’t tell you how many times I open doors for people, a pavlovian response I have when I approach any building entry (thanks dad), and don’t even get a smile and nod. I am not afraid of giving them a little lesson in manners. “You’re welcome.” I say.

This is going to make me sound old and will probably have my mom and dad pointing at my blog and saying “SEE!” but what the hell has happened? What has made these people so socially retarded? I am a firm believer in genetics so I am sure there’s some douche gene in all of us. All you need is the right situation to turn it on. I also believe that the parents of these people decided that Manners and Respect were going to be omitted from the curriculum.

On the positive side of this – During halloween I was pleasantly surprised by how many young children were saying thank you. Not surprising were the number of older kids not saying it.

I think there’s hope. People our age having kids seem to be instilling better values in their offspring. I just wish we could prevent people that have the Douche Gene from getting into Politics. The world would be a better place.


I can feel it in my knee….

19 10 2011

Winter is coming.. I reflect back and think about winters in the past. I grew up Snowboarding in Ontario back in the late 80’s. Then it wasn’t much of a scene rather a new sport that people didn’t get. As time passed and as popularity grew the scene changes as with all sports. The bottom line was, if you looked good enough and threw down enough sick shit, you’d belong to this new life meme called Snowboarding.

I see this translate to all sorts of sports and now that I am in the bike industry again it’s more clear then ever that it has fallen victim to the same principles. Throw down, drop cliffs, spin or flip as many times as possible. Dare I say it… Extreme!

As I sit here and type, my subconscious is already planning today’s ride. It’s not extreme by any means but really, anything is as hard as you make it. Ride faster, corner harder, find new lines, ride cleaner.

I want to ride for the rest of my life and there comes a point when you decide to drop the scene and just do something because you love it. The bicycle is one of the most amazing of machines whether it be a DH rig or a grocery getter. It’s like an old friend you rely on. We count on our gear a whole lot and whenever I finish a ride unscathed I look at my rig and smile.

We all need to drop the attitude. Who cares if you’re an XC racer, free rider like me or a DH’er (sorry if I forgot about your category) we are all on two wheels let’s take that for what it is. We are all cyclists no matter what the discipline or what you’re wearing.