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My matching shorts could say "load."
But what if you forgot to wear the jersey and only wore the shorts one day? :eek:Quote:
Originally Posted by SadieKate
Ahahahahhahahhhaaaa!!!Quote:
Originally Posted by BleeckerSt_Girl
Only the smart people would get the true meaning. The rest? Who cares?
I can think of a number of jerseys that would coordinate with that ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by SadieKate
I just have to remember to tie a red flag to my *ss...Quote:
Originally Posted by SadieKate
NOTE: Don't do this while bicycling by a pasture of bulls.Quote:
Originally Posted by OakLeaf
I need a very expensive flute before I get a very expensive bike. ( I'm doing a 180 from where this conversation was going, but wanted to put in mt 2 cents anyway) I love my $500 hybrid bike. It has made me a lean, mean fighting machine. I get carded for beer, but that's usually when the sign says " we card everyone under 40" A young man at Foot Locker had my liscense in his hand because I wrote a check and he says to me " there's no way you were born in 1961!" I am better, faster, stronger, and less ugly than I was at 18. Not that it should matter to anyone.
I showed the OP to my honey this morning. He laughed and said, "Men are stupid and like big b00bs." Then he reminded me that genetically men are programmed to find women of breeding age attractive. It doesn't mean that older women aren't attractive. Then he had to tell me how well I'm aging. :D
He also said that if a man is checking you out, it really doesn't matter what bike you're riding. It's not about the bike...it's how you look in spandex. Finally, he thinks this thread is worthless without pics.
Veronica
pics of what- bikes I assume?
You have trained him well, grasshopper.
I think all you 50+ women should add a picture of your bikes.
Mimi never needs much coaxing to post her gorgeous bike! :D
Don't forget wiser.Quote:
Originally Posted by beccaB
Personally, I think I look way more beautiful now at 54 than I did in my 20's or 30's. My husband agrees. :p We both seem to get more attractive and sexier every year...(or at least we think so!) :D
And I never get tired of drooling over it.Quote:
Originally Posted by Aggie_Ama
I didn't even have a bike when I was twenty so I'm automatically way better looking now!
LOL, ditto.
Smurf, on one hand I feel bad for your plight. Mid-20's can be rough.
But on the other hand, here you are expending lots of bandwidth bemoaning the fact that you can't afford a fancy-azz bike, and subtly cutting down those of us who can.
Well, guess what honey, when I was your age I couldn't afford that kind of stuff either. I'll venture a guess that many of us here couldn't.
In my mid 20's I was a very po' grad student, living in a drafty rental house with a bunch of other po' grad students and even more mice :p. We could barely afford the heating bills and winters in Boston were cold. And there were times when I was very, very unhappy.
So while I empathize to some extent with your plight, another part of me says suck it up and work towards building a secure future for yourself, and eventually you'll be able to afford the goodies that you so desperately yearn for now.
Yeah, maybe you won't be the sexy young thing you are now by the time you can afford them, but well, them's the breaks.
When I was 20-something, I lived in a "one bedroom" apt in NYC that had a bathtub in the kitchen. I built a loft in the "bedroom" that fit a twin size futon, and hung my clothes underneath, because there was no closet. The window in the "bedroom" which was probably the only reason it was not called a "closet," looked into another couple's apartment, where I could see them having sex, which they liked to do standing in front of the window. Maybe their bedroom was too small for even a twin size bed!
I had no bike. I had no credit card, because back then, you had to have credit history to get a credit card. It was a smart catch 22, which kept us from doing stupid things like spending more than we earned.
I had student loans, and made just enough money to pay rent, bills and eat. Then, once I had to start paying my loans, I got a roommate so I'd still have enough money to eat. That roommate is still my dbf now, 18 years later.
20s are hard. We've been there, Smurf.
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Originally Posted by Aggie_Ama
It's even more gorgeous in person, especially with Mimi on it!Quote:
Originally Posted by uforgot
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Originally Posted by redrhodie
Cheez, when I lived in NYC I had to pay for basic cable in order to watch other people having sex. You got free entertainment!:eek:
p.s. speaking of exhibitionists, I would just like to point out that Madonna is a 50-year-old woman who no doubt has an Amex card. And she could probably snap Smurf's friend in half. (She could probably snap most guys in half.)
Cable?! I wish--I couldn't afford cable!Quote:
Originally Posted by ny biker
Yeah, when I was in my 20's I didn't have a bike either. COuldn't afford one. Had to chose between going to college and eating, so I picked eating and dropped out of college and got a job. I drove broken down old cars and didn't have car insurance!!
i wish I could be in a 20 year old body again, but, with all the sense and knowledge and physical strength and stick-to-itiveness I have now!
Youth is wasted on the young.
That made no sense when I was young. :D
Veronica
Oh YEAH????...well when *I* lived in NYC they hadn't INVENTED cable tv yet. Most people didn't even have color tv yet. Or cordless phones. Or even push-button phones. Or digital watches and clocks. Or cds, DVDs, no video tapes or cassette players, or even 8-track tapes! or personal computers, internet, email, fax machines, microwave ovens, personal copiers, Walkmans (it was only transistor radios then), boom boxes, word processors (anyone remember typewriters & carbon paper?) or skateboards, roller blades...credit cards?- only for rich folk and executives.... oh I can go on and on but I'm feeling ancient at this point. (and yet somehow still hot!) :DQuote:
Originally Posted by ny biker
First she'd adopt him, then snap him in half. :D :cool:Quote:
p.s. speaking of exhibitionists, I would just like to point out that Madonna is a 50-year-old woman who no doubt has an Amex card. And she could probably snap Smurf's friend in half. (She could probably snap most guys in half.)
Oy. This is making me laugh.
Re: how we feel about ourselves compared to how we looked/felt earlier in our lives.
I recently came across a family picture, taken in 1997. I was in the middle of my "sick of going to the gym" phase and half heartedly working out. My husband played tennis and vigorously declined any other sort of physical activity.
I saw a 40 something guy with a big belly, waiting for a heart attack. When I looked at myself, I saw a perimenopausal woman who was getting pretty wide, despite the nice hair cut and stylish jeans.
I showed the picture to my husband who said, "Geez, we look a lot better now!" And then we both said we wished we had started cycling a lot sooner!
Is it just me or am I aging and forgetting. It seems to me that when Madonna first became popular she was pretty close to my age, within a year, and now she's four years younger. How does that work???Quote:
Originally Posted by ny biker
Her actual birth date is August 16, 1958. She will be 51 this year...not in her early 40s as WikiAnswers stated when asked, "How old is Madonna."Quote:
Originally Posted by uforgot
Cable? I couldn't afford a TV!Quote:
Originally Posted by redrhodie
Or furniture, apart from the delightful enormous dresser I got for $10 from Goodwill (and still own, a perfect place for blankets and cycling clothes). I was afraid of what kind of bedding I might be able to afford there :p I slept in a sleeping bag on the floor until I married my first husband.
I had a bike, which was this weird thing called "transportation," since I didn't have a car.
WELL I HAD TO WALK TO SCHOOL BAREFOOT IN THE SNOW AND IT WAS UPHILL THERE AND BACK :p .
and you probably had to get up before you went to bed, too.
And young people of today - they just don't believe it! :D
When I was in grad school, I lived in a studio apartment in Evanston, IL. There was a futon on the floor, which was my bed and my sofa. I had two chairs and an end table that I found at a garage sale, but the chairs were uncomfortable, so they were mostly for decorative purposes. My dresser was from a garage sale, too.
The windows were all really old and had gaps around them. I pushed plastic grocery bags into the gaps in a feeble attempt to keep the cold air out in the winter.
Ironically, this place had a separate kitchen, and it was the only apartment I've ever had that had room for a table in the kitchen. I had a cheap metal table that I must have gotten at Kmart or some such. There was a nice set of french doors (again, the only time I've ever had anything like that) between the kitchen and the main room. But there was no radiator in the kitchen, so in the winter I had to keep the doors closed in order to keep the temperature reasonable in the main room. Which meant I had to wear my coat and hat when I went into the kitchen to make the ramen noodles or macaroni and cheese (with diced hotdogs mixed in and some peas for color, of course.)
I had a 13-inch TV that my parents had given me as a gift.
When I lived there, I told myself that someday I would look back and figure those were the good old days when life was simple.
When I graduated and started working, the first thing I did was go out and buy myself a stereo. Which I still have, 20 years later. I did replace the tape deck with a CD player.
Well, I rode my bike to school and I was verrrry sexy because I was so young!:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Zen
My first purchase was a washer and dryer. I grew up going to the laundromat, so having my own W/D meant I had made it!Quote:
Originally Posted by ny biker
The theme of this thread has kind of changed. My only claim to suffering in college that is of any amusement is that I always had a "party line" for phone service. A good $ saver. I remember being on hold while trying to make airline reservations to go home for Christmas (thanks to Mom and Dad). I was on hold for a long time, and the other "party" came on the phone and yelled at my for tying up "our " line. Housing was always fairly decent and affordable in Pocatello Idaho! by the way, I am too silly to be hot. Tokie
You win. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Zen
Ya know, I've tried to redirect this, tried to ignore it, and I've flat out had it. So, I have a few things to say before I bow out.
I've decided that a combination of being "internet brave" and a desperate need to feel always feel offended/insulted is a dangerous thing. I should have known that though, because in my travels I've discovered that's just how some people are. It's like their body kicks out endorphins whenever they're aghast at something. This is the part where you tell me at my age I couldn't possibly know a thing about humanity. The awesome part about this is as long as you were born before 1/26/82 you can use that line all the way to your grave!
The way I see it, if that offends you maybe it's because you see that in yourself. I've seen numerous sweeping generalizations about "hicks in pickup trucks," that were far from kind. As a pickup driving country girl I could let that get under my skin, but I know that's not me, I'm not the jerk clipping folks with their rear view mirror and I recycle my beer cans so I have no plans to chuck it at you. I don't think of ANY of you ladies as the type to run out and buy a bike as a status symbol just because you can. That got lost in translation and once again I'm going to apologize but it will be ignored because being indignant is more fun than accepting apologies. I have the utmost respect for all of you but apparently that doesn't go both ways or you wouldn't have lit into me from every direction and then consoled yourselves calling it "sensitivity training."
I could totally see if I was totally new around here that perhaps people might think I was trolling for hissy fits. However since 99% of you have read my posts you probably have a feel for my sense of humor. Yeah a lot gets lost in translation and I believe I apologized for that several times but rather than let it go, the same folks who were so offended turned around and spit venom towards me, put words in my mouth, and made wholly unfounded judgments about myself and my friend. Hold on, I'm trying really hard to find the equation where two wrongs make a right, but since I'm, what was it, "Not the sharpest tool in the shed," I've forgotten my 6th grade math.
Here's the thing, every has a different sense of humor, thus the success of Borat. That makes life interesting. I was having a pretty craptacular week and my buddy's comments made me laugh my butt off. I realize not everyone finds the things I do amusing but if we only shared whitewashed Beaver Cleaver stuff I think this would be a pretty dull forum. I personally turned Borat off and was grateful I had the 5 at a time plan from Netflix, I suppose a similar theory could apply here.
As for words, they're only what you let them be. They only have the power you give them. After participating in my school's production of the Vagina Monologues I came to love "See you next Tuesday." It has a great ring to it in my book. I don't think cougar is bad at all. Guys get called much worse and hey if a woman is foxy enough to snag the youngins good for her, she can train um! :D One of the girls who worked in our office (now in Cali with her sweet BlkMrkt dirt jump bike) is a top ranked downhill superstar. She's a few years older than me, maybe 30, but since all the young boys in the scene chase her cuz she's a little hotty we call her a cougar and she wears it with pride. I say take it, own it, it loses its power. Perhaps I'm too young or spent too much time around old cowboys, but I've never heard anyone utter "broad" in a less than endearing manner.
Further, if anyone is going to get butthurt about this whole thing it should be me! "You're as good looking as you'll ever be." Eh hem! That's a nice way of saying "Hey, I saw you at InterBike and you aren't the cute little mountain bike racer you used to be."
And for the record, youth is not wasted on the young, and I have the xrays to prove it! Hey, if riding bulls, bikes, horses, and other objects that I can get tossed off of sends my chiropractor on a nice Hawaiian vacation, then it all balances out.
Anyway, it's late and I need to hop in the shower and get ready for my hot first date tomorrow with the purdy 2008 Blue RC7 my coworker's shop ordered for me (Gasp! The "sales pitch" failed, I bought from someone else!). It's been real, it's been fun, but it hasn't been real fun. I'll miss shooting the breeze with you all, but if I wanted histrionics (very big word for a dull hoe) I'd hang out on the RBR or MTBR forums.
I don't know, I think I want to see a picture of the hill...Quote:
Originally Posted by jobob
I know you've left, Smurf, but if you come back and you probably will, I'd like to know what exactly guys get called that are worse? The most insulting gender-specific word I know is directed at women, not men. And yes, I've seen the Monologues.Quote:
I don't think cougar is bad at all. Guys get called much worse
Karen
Hey wait! ....I had to walk to school barefoot in the snow in NYC and the snow hid all the broken glass, spit puddles, smoldering cigarette butts, and dog poo!! :eek:Quote:
Originally Posted by Zen