Velo-Mencken

Bike Snob NYC on scooters:

At first it sounds like someone’s mixing a margarita or firing up a vibrator in a convertible or something—then you realize you’re not in a Van Halen video and it’s actually the diminutive whirr of yet another dandy on a neutercycle.

and on real cycling:

If you haven’t experienced the thrill of hitting the base of the Manhattan Bridge bike lane at a blistering 15 MPH with an elite group consisting of a young guy on a Bianchi Pista with chopped flat bars, a middle-aged gentleman on an dayglo mountain bike with thumbshifters and a chipped and yellowed pie plate, and a woman on a Bianchi Volpe with fully-loaded panniers and a blinky light on the back of her helmet, then you don’t know what a real shot of adrenaline feels like.

Read the whole post - the man warms up slowly but he hits a mighty pace on the finishing stretch.  Then read his entire archive.

Get ‘Em While They’re Hot, They’re Lovely

Sit Down Man, You’re A Bloody Tragedy links to a new blog, Mentasms - only three posts so far, but it’s good stuff: brutalism and jungle, the bourgeois vacuity of Electric Picnic, Ricardo Villalobos and hyperconsciousness etc.  The blogroll cites K-Punk and Blissblog, there’s been mention of Deleuze & Guattari and jouissance…I think you can join the dots for yourselves.