Bike Fag
A bike fag stuck somewhere between the Rocky Mountains and the city. Somewhere between lycra and cutoffs. Somewhere between Deep V and Sustainabilibro.
The road biking in Fort Collins is awe-inspiring, but the “Earth Mothers” in Chacos are less so. Brooklyn’s music scene rules, but riding circles in Prospect Park with overweight lawyers on BMC Time Trial machines gets old. So what do you do if you want the culture of the city and the outdoorsmen’s lifestyle of the mountains?
Write a blog, I guess..
TheBikeFag@Gmail.com
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“oh bro”!!
It will be ‘quelle surprise’ to you that I found your blog looking for purple pedals for my newest build, a Toyo Godzilla track bike. I too, am living in a small suburban town, in new england, although we have ‘hella’ bad cyclists and poseurs like myself here…at least I’m not a complete Phred! I’ve ridden and built up at least twenty bikes since the early 80′s including a Kalavinka ‘Street Tracker’ (on Akio’s site), a Corima Puma, an Alan Cyclocross, a ’78 Masi (with all the ‘bad-ass’ Campy SR parts), my favorite Don Walker SS Cross bike (on his page under SS), blah blah blah, whatever! Thanks for makin’ me laugh and watch those diesels…unless you’re being bombarded by expensive Italian jeans. ; )
donde es jefe?
Away teaching at a fixed-gear bicycle mysticism seminar for the Portland State University Contemporary Anthropology Department. Be back in a jiffy.
***Gosh, sounds like fixie culture has become pretty important.
An academic approach!
Seriously, what is in your program for:
“fixed-gear bicycle mysticism seminar”
Any Bibliography yet?
Gene
***Well, stumbled upon your blog by chance. Mostly I am curious if there
are really any other queers out there who ride fixed gear. Or is you
name just to be smart-ass?
I like being
a fag, and even more like riding my latest fixie, a converted ancient
Raliegh (Nottingham) road bike complete with Brooks B-17.
Been into fixed gear over a year now, after a lifetime
of classic Italian road bikes.
Okay, I admit I am a messenger wannabee.
And ha, I can now do a decent track stand, not bad
for an old faggot.
bye
Who would have thought a homosexual could make you feel more uncomfortable about the label fag that any straight person could…
Dear readers:
I knew that this topic would come up eventually. I am not actually gay. So, why am I using the name “Bike Fag” for my blog?
Many people understand right away that the phrase “bike fag” is a derogatory term for cyclists – and more specifically the kind of purple fixed-gear riding, tight-pants wearing cool-kids with which I identify. I have had “bike fag!” yelled at me from a car. I have been called a bike fag. I’ve called others bike fags.
So, as with the word “queer,” or even the word “fag,” I am reclaiming the word, identifying myself as a bike fag, and (hopefully), turning the idea into a lucrative internet/real life meme, making me rich and beloved by alt cyclist women (who are not men).
It’s sort of like this video, but for a different demographic:
I hope to not offend gay people, feminists, deep Vs, sustainabilibros, bike Chads, dread-beards, fruit-booters, white people, roadies, Canadians, hot alt girls, diesel truck enthusiasts, Serotta owners, Parisian Fags du Veló, leg-shavers, or “old-man cyclists” – not too badly anyway.
**** I am not in the least offended by the casual use of “bike fag:” rather it
leaves me feeling I have some serious “street creds” being both a
hard core fixed gear daily city rider , AND a genuine un-repentant
Brooklyn queer.
What could be better? Only I do not wear skinny black
jeans, and my Kryptonite key is not on a snap shackle on my
belt loop. (My mother carries if for me.)
haha!
while you are researching for the next fixed gear , bikesnobnyc has provided a refresher on City Benefit #1(Bikefag Blog 8/11/09) in the latter part of his November 30, 2009 posting
i thought the bike fag would appreciate this faggin’ bike:
http://sfbay.craigslist.org/eby/bik/1568909776.html
For sure.
I’ve been coveting them ever since I saw a pink one in my size a couple of years ago (too bad I already have a fucking EISENTRAUT). Then I showed it to my friend and sure enough, one of his messenger friends (in SF, btw) had one and sold it to him just a couple of months later. BASTARD!
“picture me Faggin,” he can now say to me, like a knife of jealousy through my heart..
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David, Just a note to say that I enjoyed your article about Sheldon Deeny. I have never met Sheldon and if he is anything like you and good ole’ Daniel David Miller, then I think I’d like to turn a pedal with him someday. Anyway, 5 more weeks, bro and I’ll be back in FOCO chillin’ with my homies.
T.G.
I ride the fringe of being both a cyclist AND a motorist; the ire of many of both.
The term bike fag was slung at our masses when a fellow motorist revealed his douchbaggery by chastising some local cyclists. We rained email hell fire on him and have since embraced calling ourselves ‘bike fags, all hail the bike fag!
Tee shirt in the works…
Just found this blog, it rox… more updates plz….
keep writing!
Ficking hate every bicycle rider who wares the shit when there not in competition. Your not cool bro. Not impressing anyone. Please fucking be good at fighting of your going to take the whole goddamn road up, and flip drivers off and weave in and out of traffic to avoide a fight.