Comments on: Envy

By: Unknown

Unknown — Fri, 28 Oct 2005 14:59:50 +0000

I know the feeling, I always get frustrated when I don’t go cycling for some reason and regret it later. I hate it.

By: Unknown

Unknown — Thu, 27 Oct 2005 21:23:58 +0000

You’ll get no stick from me today. I rode through that rain and those damn piles of leaves Wednesday (I live 60 miles south of you) and something hidden under there sliced through a new sewup. I drove today, too (and, like you, have regretted it all day).Get out on the fixie tonight and spin your lungs out. That’s my plan.Kris in Oly.

By: Juliet

Juliet — Thu, 27 Oct 2005 19:57:22 +0000

Dear Fat Cyclist,Why are you subjecting yourself to this torture and abuse? You are not fat – you weigh the same as me – and I’m a girl!! – er – a ‘big boned’ girl.take a vacation instead – expensive but good – I know – I live there.http://www.ansechastanet.com/biking.html

By: Jodi

Jodi — Thu, 27 Oct 2005 19:36:40 +0000

I vote for Nikared!! yeh….hahahah….dad is proud of all his daughters except the fat cyclist daughter. ahahahahahhahahah. Me love you sister christian. I would never ever have the guts to invite these types of comments. You are completely wacked. And I just mean that, I’m not even in the competition. Love forever,Errorista(p.s. I want my skirt back!)

By: Mad

Mad — Thu, 27 Oct 2005 19:25:19 +0000

What happened to Afghanastatic’s blog? Isn’t she your sister? Why is she no longer a blog of the week?

By: rcousine (Ryan C)

rcousine (Ryan C) — Thu, 27 Oct 2005 18:58:57 +0000

Hey Fat:I understand about giving up on a wet ride. I used to do that to, when I didn’t care about the fact I was fat, slow, and a disgrace to my family going back at least three generations.But you know, sometimes it can be the little things: poor equipment, bad motivation, inept bike-handling, or weak legs. Any one of them can be overcome, but if you have all of those things working against you it can really be hard to get out of bed in the morning, and I don’t blame you for not trying.But don’t worry: I haven’t lost any respect for you, and you have plenty of room for improvement.

By: Unknown

Unknown — Thu, 27 Oct 2005 18:33:34 +0000

I suppose that while you were stuck in traffic, you did the same stuff that every other resentful car driver does to take out his/her frustrations on cyclists?When you parked along the side of the road, you threw open your door without looking.You made a blind right turn across the bike lane without looking for cyclists.You blew a stop sign because you were busy putting on lipstick in the rearview mirror.You decided to save on car washing by seeing if you could use the fleece that fool on the bike is wearing to rub down the right side of your car. You realized that cyclist coming the other direction could not have been going more than walking pace, and so you had plenty of time to turn left in front of her. Just sayin’

By: valorousflame777

valorousflame777 — Thu, 27 Oct 2005 18:26:55 +0000

Fellow Fatso,Have you bought a rain suit yet? I got mine at the army navy surplus during one of those famous California downpours. Sheets and sheets of rain drench you in mere seconds…less than half a block. I once spent an afternoon shivering at my work station after one such downpour without a rain suit. That evening, I stopped at the Van Nuys army navy surplus across from the civic center where I work as a very good and cheerful little civil servant and spent about $25.00 on a cobalt blue number with a vermillion lining…it keeps me bone dry, and I sweat like the pig I am…therefore burning more blubber. When I mount the Phoenix fixed-gear fold-up bike with the black basket on the handlebars, I am a big blue dork of a whale with wailing legs, and if you listen very closely, you can hear me yelling at myself as I ride along: "Come on, you fat #$&*, MOVE this tub of bolts!" The first moment I started riding while wearing it, the Heavens opened up, and I laughed! "Go ahead and rain at will, see if I care," I yelled, and then I aimed for a big puddle and did not get soaked. What freedom. A car person on her cellphone zoomed past me, cut me off at the crosswalk to turn the corner onto Victory Boulevard (well, they always have to beat you to the crosswalk, you know, it’s in their makeup) and soaked me with the muddy riverette running down Van Nuys Boulevard…bus people standing safely on the corner groaned on my behalf, but I laughed and yelled, "Hoh-hoh-hoh, the cavalier car person cannot even hope to drench me now that I have the blue whale suit!" I saw myself in the big picture window of Dr. Asher Ram’s medical clinic, saw what an unbelievable moment of dork-o-rama I was in the middle of, and did not care how I looked. My chic young BMW SUV co-workers won’t have anything to do with me outside of the workplace, but instead of wasting my money on manicures, hair salons, gas, tune-ups, insurance, BMW payments, etc….I stash it away in my city-sponsored stock portfolio, my savings account and my vacation account, and in the spring I will have enough socked away for a trip to Bora Bora in which I fully intend to take the Phoenix fold-up bike and have the time of my life gliding around the island all by myself and loving every second of it.PS – Big Mike, I weigh 176 today, down from 178 two days ago, you were right. A big mushy kiss to you and all the manly men from a real girly girl! Life is good when it’s hard!!! Today I am walking to the supermarket to buy my favorite fruits. I am visiting my sister in Denver, and yesterday I spent the day hiking along the Platte River; today I am hiking to the nearest grocery store here in Englewood, wishing I hadn’t left the Phoenix at home!

By: a

Thu, 27 Oct 2005 18:07:08 +0000

Talk about irony: Your little blog is on Best of MSN Spaces (again) complete w/ a picture of someone who is quite obviously NOT you as HE is riding in the rain. Seriously, you should do the honorable thing and have them pull you from the Best of…http://whatsyourstory.msn.com/?src=msnhome>1=7170

By: BIg Mike In Oz

BIg Mike In Oz — Thu, 27 Oct 2005 17:04:53 +0000

Oh yeah, I forgot.Who’s going to finish the other half of that sit up you started when you climbed out of bed this morning? Obviously not you. You can’t finish what you start. I hope your nurse tells you a nice bed time story after lowering you onto the pillow and tucking you in.