This is a nice looking vintage ride! But $3500 seems a bit steep, even for a Pinarello. Wabi just released a new racing bike – the Lightning RE – that’s worth taking a serious look at.
The students and teachers are out for spring break this time of year. I mostly spend my time riding my bike, working a little in the yard, turkey hunting, and hanging out at the Bike Pedaler in Columbus, Georgia. It was at the bike shop when I spotted this gem being assembled. It is the new old school bike from Pinarello and is a beauty to behold. There are only 500 of them made, and the shop owner said this one is the only one that has been imported into the United States, at this point.
The paint on the steel frame is gorgeous. It has a deep pearl-like luster to it. I like the down tube shifters (ignore the zip ties . . . the bike was being built when I took these pictures). The only thing that I would have liked to have seen is a true throw-back bike…
Almost 20 years ago, American humourist P.J. O’Rourke produced The Enemies List: A Vigilant Journalist’s Plea for New Red Scare. It sought to revive the best traditions of McCarthyism by fingering people with silly and/or dangerous ideas, from Yoko Ono to the “entire country of Sweden.” Most targets were on the left, although O’Rourke included Donald Trump because he didn’t like him. As he wrote, “if McCarthyism isn’t good for settling grudges, what is it good for?”
O’Rourke’s brilliant concept came to mind when perusing a new book of essays: “Canada After Harper: His ideology-fuelled attack on Canadian society and values, and how we can resist and create the country we want.” Its contributors – ranging from David Suzuki through Maude Barlow to Linda McQuaig, with guest appearances from Harper haters in rationalists’ clothing, such as former Clerk of the Privy Council Alex Himelfarb and former Parliamentary Budget Office Kevin…
The Discerning Cyclist review’s Muc Off’s Dry Shower. Check out the Discerning Cyclist for more reviews, guides and cycling tips.
Here’s the Muc-Off commercial. Shouldn’t he have used the dry-shower before he went into the tent? And why didn’t she use it? What – women don’t sweat?
Anyway – I think I’m going to try it.
I commute to work everyday and I don’t shower when I get to the office. I just use a sports towel and let my self dry off naturally. Seems to work for me……but maybe people just aren’t telling me the truth?
We were on the patio of a casual restaurant within sight of the gentle Beaver River. Between us and the riverbank was a pristine lawn, crisscrossed by walking trails. The weather was mild and clear. Around us, people conversed contentedly while dining wholesomely and affordably, in perfect security. To all appearances, here was the very image of the good society: pleasant, safe, and prosperous.
I mused aloud: Unless a person is steeped in a tradition of moral theology, the notion that our culture is in a state of decay will sound simply incredible. The secular citizen might acknowledge an injustice here, a minor outrage there—but the MacIntyrean concept of a new Dark Ages? Madness.
But as the ongoing Planned Parenthood revelations demonstrate, our Potemkin society conceals more than just notional corruptions.
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Like Justice Kennedy, we use soft language to conceal hard truths. There are the guilty euphemisms of the abortionists: “products of conception,” “tissues,” “choice,” and so on. And there are the more popular evasions that, while less perverse, still serve to obscure uncomfortable realities. We call the workings-out of our particular rendition of international capitalism “natural”; we look at a permanent underclass and speak of “freedom”; we give nearly every innovation, regardless of its human cost, the name of “progress.”
Oh yes. Oh yes, indeed. When I go on about the Benedict Option, there are lots of people of good will who genuinely have no idea what I’m talking about — meaning, why I see a need for this. Planned Parenthood, and the popular culture’s reaction to it, is one big reason why. The moral insanity exemplified by the rapid deconstruction of the family, and even of gender identity, and the near-irresistible propaganda machine calling it progress, is another. These are by no means the only things, but they are indicative of America’s advanced state of decadence.
At this point, I don’t see much point in arguing with those whose ideological or moral commitments prevent them from seeing what is clear to us Christians (and Muslims and Jews) who are steeped in the tradition of Abrahamic moral theology. Yes, we have to keep fighting politically to protect ourselves and our communities, but the more important fight is to build up the institutions, communities, and ways of living that will endure what is, and is to come. We have to resist. You don’t do that by simply having the right attitudes and principles. You have to live them out, consistently, in community.
But action must first begin with contemplation. We have to contemplate, without sentimentality, the character of what we are facing. David Bentley Hart:
I wish, that is, to make a point not conspicuously different from Alasdair MacIntyre’s in the first chapter of his After Virtue: in the wake of a morality of the Good, ethics has become a kind of incoherent bricolage. As far as I can tell, homo nihilisticus may often be in several notable respects a far more amiable rogue than homo religiosus, exhibiting a far smaller propensity for breaking the crockery, destroying sacred statuary, or slaying the nearest available infidel. But, love, let us be true to one another: even when all of this is granted, it would be a willful and culpable blindness for us to refuse to recognize how aesthetically arid, culturally worthless, and spiritually depraved our society has become. That this is not hyperbole a dispassionate appraisal of the artifacts of popular culture—of the imaginative coarseness and cruelty informing them—will quickly confirm. For me, it is enough to consider that, in America alone, more than forty million babies have been aborted since the Supreme Court invented the “right” that allows for this, and that there are many for whom this is viewed not even as a tragic “necessity,” but as a triumph of moral truth. When the Carthaginians were prevailed upon to cease sacrificing their babies, at least the place vacated by Baal reminded them that they should seek the divine above themselves; we offer up our babies to “my” freedom of choice, to “me.” No society’s moral vision has ever, surely, been more degenerate than that.
Wesley J. Smith predicts that none of these exposés will matter. Our society wants what it wants, and will stop at nothing to get it. It’s hard to keep fighting when you don’t see much hope for victory. You do it because it’s the right thing to do, and even small victories deny something to the enemy of life.
UPDATE: In this latest video, a Planned Parenthood official discusses how they tell the public that they’re getting fetal body parts for “research,” but concedes that it’s also a business — something that they don’t want the public to know. She also says that PP’s lawyers have it all figured out to protect them from accusations of selling fetal parts across state lines (though she concedes that’s what they’re doing). At the 8:30 part, the doctor takes the undercover investigators into the lab, where they pick through the dismembered body of an aborted fetus. The doctor talks about maximizing the profit by selling the body in pieces, as opposed to whole. She talks about how they have to work to keep the body from looking “war-torn.” And the medical assistant at the end, picking through the body parts with tweezers, says excitedly, “And another boy!”
Not “a male fetus” — a “boy.” It was a boy, and now, because Planned Parenthood killed him, what was a boy became material for scientists to pick through looking for bits they can use.
My youngest works at the local bike shop and has decided to use his savings to pick up this beauty:
I did much the same thing when I was his age except I bought this beauty in 1982 (or something very close – I remember mine being blue rather than the teal):
Well, just over a year ago, I purchased my Wabi Lightning SE from Richard Snook of Wabi Bikes in LA. I absolutely love this bike!
It’s light and nimble and responds well to my commands. It’s stiff and resilient – it’s steel – and I easily glide over the bumps on Toronto’s streets. I can accelerate like a rocket and out duel many a Tour de France wannabe on their carbon-fibre Cervelos. It gives me all the support I need when I have to climb those steep hills. It’s not flashy and loud – it’s rather understated. I would say it’s conservative.
Over the year, I’ve only had to change the brake pads and the rear tire. I switched out the Kenda for a more durable and flat-resistent Schwalbe Durano. I keep it clean and lubricated, and I’ve had no major accidents so it still has its fine paint job.
On my commute home the other day, I passed a woman bicyclist ambling and weaving in the Bloor Street Viaduct bike lane. She called me an “asshole” as I passed. As I rode the rest of the way home, I thought about the reasons why she would call me an “asshole”. Not that I’m not sometimes, but I don’t think I was this time.
I was moving a lot faster than she was but I gave her plenty of space. The lane is certainly wide enough to accommodate several bicyclists and, as is my usual practice, I rode on the white line separating the bike lane from the road. She had plenty of room to do her bobbing and weaving. So it couldn’t have been that.
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I didn’t say anything to her nor look at her as I passed. I didn’t throw anything at or in front of her. I wasn’t wearing an offensive t-shirt or political button, not that she could see them anyway.
So what was it?
In the two or three seconds it took me to pass her, something I did pissed her off. Then it occurred to me – maybe it wasn’t something I did. I suspect it had something to do with who I am and who I represent.
You see, there are two types of people who ride bikes: the bicyclist and the cyclist.
The bicyclist likes to amble in a bicycle lane safe from cars and trucks; they ride in fair weather only – no rain or snow or any temperature above 20C or below 10C and even then they wear a parka; they ride slowly on heavy, multi-speed bicycles and carry bulky panniers or bags. They sport all sorts of lefty political buttons and flags. They hate cars but own two and one is a Volvo. They use terms like “bicycle infrastructure”, “cycle tracks”, “separated lanes”, and other catchy phrases. All well and good and I love these people.
The cyclist on the other hand likes to ride fast on the road with cars and trucks; we ride all year, in all sorts of weather; we carry a small backpack, courier bag or Henty Wingman. We ride a fixed-gear Wabi or single-speed, racing or cyclocross bike. We use bike lanes if they are available but, when they’re not, we ride wherever we can. We respect cars and trucks because we drive one and pedestrians because we are one. And we respect bicyclists too.
But it seems some bicyclists, but mostly the bicycling advocates, actually hate cyclists.
And I know why.
You see, bicyclists want to turn “cycling” into mass transit. Have you seen the photos of bicycle lanes – BORING – do any of these people look happy? Just like taking a bus!
They want cycling regulated and protected, hemmed in and controlled. They want to slow it down and make it boring and safe.
They hate cyclists like me because they resent our freedom. We are the rebels; they are the conformists. They try to insult us and make us seem selfish. They label us a “sub-culture”. One guy called us a “sect”, like we are apostates from the accepted religion of Velo. Here is my fisking of that guy, Michael Colville-Andersen, a Danish bicycling zealot, who I respect but who is dead wrong about this:
It is a small, yet vocal, group that is male-dominated, testosterone-driven [so what, why is that a bad thing? And I know plenty of young ladies who would disagree]and that lacks basic understanding of human nature [ya, cus we’re dumb, come on]. They expect that everyone should be just like them – classic sub-cultural point of view [sort of the pot calling the kettle black, don’t cha think?] – and that everyone should embrace cycling in traffic and pretending they are cars [I really don’t care if you do or you don’t]. They are apparently uninterested in seeing grandmothers, mothers or fathers with children or anyone who doesn’t resemble then contributing to re-creating the foundations of liveable cities [yawn – like we actually think about that when we’re riding] by reestablishing the bicycle as transport [wow – so much dreck here it’s hardly worth commenting –again, I wish the grandmothers all the best and hope they can ride well into their older age, on cycle tracks if they must]
My advice: don’t wait around for the zealots to force you into the bicycle lanes. Just hop on your bike and ride. There is plenty of room for all of us on the road – and plenty of good ideas from everyone in the debate.