Hatte ich auch nicht ernsthaft angenommen:)

Woman Overjoyed By Giant Uterine Parasite
 

:Lachanfall:
Ja, so kann man's auch sehen.

Ueber den hier musste ich auch schmunzeln...

Sowohl in Sachsen, wie auch in USA wird auf jeden Fall eine andere Sprache als in NRW gesprochen :Cheese: :Cheese: :Cheese: .

Volker

@neonhelm

so bin ich auch auf die andere story gestossen, finde die tdf-story aber ein wenig lasch.

Wenn Du Zustimmung ernten willst, mußt nur sagen dass innerhalb von NRW schon eine deutliche Sprachgrenze zwischen Niederfränkisch und dem Ripuarischen verläuft.
:cool:
Ganz abgesehen von der Geschmacksgrenze beim Bier.

Wie würde das denn aussehen, wenn ein gerade 18jähriger nackt und nur mit einem Pistolengürtel bekleideter Amerikaner von der Polizei breitbeinig an die Wand gestellt wird, weil er einen Schluck Bier getrunken hat :Cheese:?

Ich halte die US-Amerikaner für ein - mit unseren deutschen Maßstäben gemessen - unheimlich widersprüchliches Volk, das in extreme aufgespalten ist. Die Kluft zwischen arm und reich und auch gebildet und ungebildet ist sehr viel größer als hier. Hire and fire, jeder ist seines eigenen Glückes Schmied, die Stories vom Tellerwäscher zum Millionär aber noch mehr verhungerte Tellerwäscher, ein wenig ausgeprägtes Sozialsystem, Einreise für "nützliche" Leute, bedürftige bleiben bitte draußen usw. Die große Mitte gibt es dort viel weniger. Und so freundlich die Leute auch sind, bei den meisten endet die Service-Gesellschaft mit der Begrüßung, der Rest sind Ausreden, dass man nicht zuständig sei und ein freundlicher Hinweis, dass man selbst den Fehler gemacht hätte und nun mit den Folgen leben muss.

Ein guter Freund von mir hatte den Traum, beruflich nach Amerika zu gehen, hat das vor knapp einem Jahr gemacht und ist jetzt bei der Vorbereitung der Rückkehr nach Deutschland, da er so enttäuscht ist.

Sicher hat das auch mit dem zu tun, was man von D gewohnt ist, andere Nationalitäten werden uns für mega-spießige, langweilige und übergründliche Korinthenkacker halten, was uns persönlich als normal erscheint.

Ich bleibe jedenfalls hier und mache mich beim Triathlon auch nackig - sofern ich mir diese Zeitverschwendung gönnen muss;). Was würden die Amis zu dem gemischten Abtrocken-Platz vor den Rother Dusch-Containern sagen?

@thorsten
full ack

aber: ich behaupte mal, in spätestens 10 jahren siehts bei uns genauso aus.

die mitte ist bei uns auch gerade am zusammenzubrechen. und wenn man sich anschaut, was sich unsere politik-, wirtschaftsführungs- und medienlandschaft erlauben kann, weil's das volk zuläßt, sind wir genauso verlogen, scheinheilig und heuchlerisch.

ich bin grundsaetzlich dafuer, dass man seine meinung aeussert und dabei herzlich wenig ruecksicht auf PC nimmt.
fuer mich verbietet sich jedoch die generalisierung der US-amerikaner. das ist ein unglaublich diverses staatsvolk, was nicht zuletzt der groesse des landes geschuldet ist. boston ist dublin politisch naeher als austin. detroit hat mit miami wenig gemein.

vieles was wie deutschen oder auch europaer an den amerikanern nicht moegen, ist der relativ jungen geschichte des landes geschuldet. man darf ja auch nicht vergessen, dass der grossteil der amerikanischen gesellschaft aus unseren europaeischen vorfahren hervorkommt.

@thorsten: natuerlich kann ich aussteiger verstehen, die frustriert wieder nach D zurueckkehren. viel haengt doch davon ab, wo in den USA man landet und ob man der typ dafuer ist. egal in welches ausland man geht: da ist ungemein anpassungsfaehigkeit gefragt. auch fuer mich ist es unvorstellbar, wie deutsche sich in der pampa besipielsweise pennsylvanias zurechtfinden. doch diese wuerden in boston zB vll. nicht ueberleben.

@tob_nb: warum dieser negative unterton und gar tiefsitzend fatalistische pessimismus? es kann in deutschland nicht schaden, wenn die menschen mehr gefordert werden. das soziale netz fuer schwache muss doch nicht simultan wegbrechen. und: das "hire and fire" an sich entspricht einfach der modernen zeit. wenn ich in D irgendwo rausfliege, bekomme ich keinen job mehr. der ami schon. mensch, das ist doch 1000 mal spannender als sein lebenlang in der gleichen klitsche zu rotieren!
wenn ein demokrat die wahl gegen einen bush verliert, dann heult der 2 tage und dann hat sich das. blick nach vorne und anpacken!

@dude

ich hab nichts gegen hire and fire. ich hab auch nichts gegen die handlungsweise der menschen.

das einzige womit ich überhaupt nicht klarkomme ist die scheinheiligkeit, mit die die menschen (a) denken und (b) sagen. das liegt hauptsächlich daran, dass ich selber sehr direkt bin, und mir somit ab und und zu mal den mund verbrenne.

generell finde ich das wesen des menschen nicht schlimm, mich stört nur, das er nicht öffentlich dazu steht.

aber du hast schon recht, irgendwie bin ich ganz schön pessimistisch.

da stimme ich dir vollkommen zu. aber was bleibt als alternative zum fatalismus?
selbst besser machen und positiv bleiben.

Florence Griffith Joyner
 

"Florence was 5-feet-6 1/2 and 127 pounds of God-given talent. The year she set the world record, she carried only six per cent body fat. Had she decided to do so, Florence could've given them something else to talk about.

She was running 22 miles every Wednesday, clocking two hours and 42 minutes consistently, and flirting with the idea of running a marathon. Only four more miles, right? Her goal was to run 30 miles for stamina purposes. "

http://blackathlete.net/artman2/publ...ve_Story.shtml

Htfu
 

Es ist zu befuerchten, dass der Ausdruck "HTFU" auch Deutschland erreichen wird.

Vorab daher ein guter Kommentar (gaklaut auf slowtwitch.com):

"The term seems to originate with a few individuals of rather young age who have discovered that you can accomplish quite amazing things with mental toughness. They believe this discovery is so ground breaking that it must be shared with the rest of the world.
They seem unaware that most of us know this already but do not have a need to broadcast it.
It also serves as a ready response to other peoples problems, e.g. “I get a searing pain in my left leg after 80 miles on the bike”, answer: H**U
By using the term, they reduce the problem to one of lacking toughness in the questioner while establishing their own toughness.
It also is a gratuitous use of profanity, even by implication, but I will admit my lack of appreciation of the sophisticated nature of modern culture probably disqualifies me.
Having long time ago been of a similar mindset, I have some sympathy for them. Fortunately, I learned several things at government expense. One, I wasn’t half as tough as I thought I was, and two, the really tough ones never boast about it.
So if the term works for anyone, great, but do the rest of us a favor and please keep it to yourself."

Ernaehrung nach dem Training - Dieter Hogen
 

Wen die Ernaehrung von Toplaeufern nach dem Training interessiert, der moege sich folgendes Video anschauen:

http://www.chasingkimbia.com/?p=576

Wen's nicht interessiert, der kann dennoch Spass haben an Dieters Sachsen-Englisch. Aber Vorsicht: erfordert gewisse Nehmerqualitaeten - you have been warned...

dude

Graeme Obree
 

schmalz In your training efforts, did you have a heart rate monitor or a cyclometer?

Obree No. What I had was the best cycling body monitoring computer ever invented – the cerebral cortex.

http://www.velocitynation.com/articl...ID=1739&CID=58

@wurzi
huch, den dazukommenden "aufklaerer" kenn' ich.
danke! :)

@dude: für dich, respektive deinen Link aus der "Zwiebel" hab ich auch was:
DHMO.org

gibbet auch in Deutsch:DHMO.de.

Mit Spruz oder ohne?

I need a fix
 

Dear Fixedgeargallery,

I’ve been addicted to this site for a long time now and I’m proud to finally present a bicycle I feel is worthy of inclusion. Here is my story:

My fixed-gear journey started two years ago this month. I was crossing the street with my dry-cleaning in one hand and a hot venti white chocolate mocha from Starbucks in the other. I had the walk signal and was in the middle of the crosswalk when a cyclist whizzed by me, causing me to stop abruptly and spill my beverage all over myself and my freshly laundered suits. Though the entire episode took only a fraction of a second, I can picture him in my head perfectly to this day. The insouciant expression; the whisps of hair poking out from the hood of his sweatshirt; the white cable connecting his head to the MP3 player in his messenger bag; and the snug black trousers from the women’s section at Target. All of these things spoke of a person who knew true freedom and was living his own life on his own terms. But most of all, I remember the bicycle. It’s minimalism and singularity of gear and purpose was captivating. Even at that moment, dripping with overpriced coffee and embarrassment and nursing second degree burns, I knew I had to have one.

Now, anybody who knows me knows I’m not one to go off half-cocked. If I was going to get a fixed-gear bicycle I was going to source each individual component myself, and I was going to do it right. My boss was surprisingly supportive when I told him that I would be taking a leave of absence in order to see this project through--his reply of “Fine with me, just don’t expect to have a job when you get back” was appropriately businesslike, yet it still left the door open for future negotiation. My wife was a bit more resistant in the beginning, but when I showed her a detailed spreadsheet proving that all we’d need to do in order to make this project economically viable was cancel the cable, get rid of the car, rent out one of our bedrooms, take our son out of private school, and find her a second job, she eventually agreed.

Finally free from distraction, I went to work. I spent hours and hours every day poring over the entries on FGG (though most of those hours were spent waiting for the photos to download since I was now using dial-up). I knew that my frame would need to be something special, so when a friend forwarded me a Craigslist ad for a steel frame with horizontal dropouts, I jumped on it. You don’t find vintage steel frames for less than $500 very often these days, and this one was under that to the tune of nearly $20! I almost couldn’t believe my good fortune. I wasn't sure who made it, and in fact for a moment I doubted it was steel—but since my refrigerator magnet stuck to it, and since it was really rusty, I finally convinced myself that it was the genuine article.

Yesterday was a bittersweet day for me. I finally completed the bike and took her on her maiden voyage. She rides like a dream. Unfortunately, though, when I got back I was subpoenaed. It appears my wife is suing me for divorce.

In any case, I think you’ll agree that the end result is truly something special. The photos were taken this morning, right before the bank foreclosed on my house. Paypal on the way.

PS: I just found out that my frame is actually a Huffy, which was a high-end builder who supplied frames to the 7-11 pro cycling team in the 80s. In fact, my friend thinks it may actually have belonged to some guy named Bob Roll!

rofl...

Der Satz ist der beste und kommt genau dann wenn man denkt, es gibt keine Steigerung mehr:
Ich schmeiss mich weg,...

"“Fine with me, just don’t expect to have a job when you get back” was appropriately businesslike, yet it still left the door open for future negotiation."

Der gefiel mir schon auch saugut, aber der mitm Huffy kommt halt, wennst lachend am Boden liegst und eh scho kei Luft mehr kriegst...:Lachen2:

@wurzi:

ich glaub' das wuerde dir gefallen:

http://bikesnobnyc.blogspot.com/

("his ass over shoulder riding" LOL)

Absolutely!

Schice,sind da viele Links drin, muss mich jetzt mal losreissen, n paar Sachen einpacken und zum Versand tragen.
Der Typ iss ja so trocken, dasses staubt. In dem Blog gibts länger was zu stöbern...:Lachen2:

Bike Snob NYC hat das passende Weihnachtsgeschenk fuer jeden Radler:

http://bikesnobnyc.blogspot.com/

Aus: http://bikesnobnyc.blogspot.com/2007...ift-guide.html

So oder ähnlich werde ichs dieses Jahr auch mal versuchen...:Cheese:

"There was just a collision at the intersection of Triathlon Street and Vile Bike Avenue, and this is the twisted, smoking wreckage. But whatever you do, don't rubberneck, unless you want to be haunted by the gruesome aftermath for the rest of your days. And don't bring the Jaws of Life, because this is one crash victim that should be left to its fate. Yet I can't stop looking. I avert my eyes from the triple crank, only to have them alight on the downward-angled seat. (Though I suppose the angle is to account for the sag once you straddle that ridiculous see-saw coming off the top tube.) Confounded by that, I move on to the handlebars, only to be tormented by the shifter cables hanging off the front end like downed power lines in a hailstorm of ugliness.

I have nightmares in which I look up only to find thousands of Softrides falling from the sky, their riders straddling carbon beams and waving their helmets wildly like Slim Pickens in "Dr. Strangelove." I think the only people with the wherewithal to answer this ad are either the fixed-gear freestylers looking to get a good deal on the Nimble front wheel, or the kinds of people who like to watch live surgery. This is not a "starter bike" as the seller claims--unless what you want to start doing is riding around in short-shorts and a crop-top and making young children cry."


na wer wohl: http://bikesnobnyc.blogspot.com/ - ich freu' mich auf NYC!

Ha ha ha, genau das hab ich mir heute Nacht auch alles durchgelesen...:Lachen2:
Wobei mir der Verris zu dem veilchenblauen Bahnrahmen mit der 110mm-Dura-Ace-Nabe noch besser gefiel.
Irgendwo rechts war n Artikel über Fixie-fahren mit nem Link zur NY-Times, der mich bewogen hat, mitten in der Nacht rauszuwollen und meine Trainingsschlampe endlich wieder für fixe Nightrides umzubauen (weil ich die Brocken eh fürs Izalco-Projekt brauche).
Cool!

Edit: Hier!

Der war auch gut:

Aus:BikeSnobNYC
Erinnert mich in traumhafter Weise an die früheren Ausgaben des östereichischen Motorrad-Vollgasmagazins "Der Reitwagen"!

ich hab' bei meinen letern noch ein rotes "strittmatter" bahnrad von 1974 stehen. hab' ich anfang der 90er fuer den wucherpreis von 200 DM gekauft, bins in der schleyerhalle gefahren und heute natuerlich froh dieses prachtstueck zu besitzen. ich schiess mal ein paar fotos an weihnachten.
:)

Na, mit dem Ding biste doch für NYC gut aufgestellt.
Über Weihnachten frische Puschen aufkleben, noma skidden geübt und ab damit ins Handgepäck...:Lachen2:

Werd mich nu gleich mal warm einpacken, rausgehen und das Enik umbauen.
Weil ich Weichei bin, fahre ich natürlich fixed mit Bremsen und weiss beim besten Willen nicht, wo ich die Bremshebel eingelagert hab...:Gruebeln:
Das war der Punkt, der mich gehindert hat, heute Nacht gleich anzufangen.

The Jan is being a simple man. The Jan takes in schnitzel and beer, and outputs death and pain. It is being that simple.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Sweet little Klodi, the Jan has been being missing you.
Current mood: happy

Ja, the Mob is reforming like the Voltron.
Klodi is finally being back from his injury. The Jan is wanting to take this time now to do some apologizing to his bro, Klodi. The Jan did not mean to be hurting you so badly, bro, but when the Jan is putting on his patented double-thigh scissor-lock, he is not being doing it half-ass. Sometimes the Jan can be kind of a dick, he knows, but the Klodi is like the little brother that the Jan never had. I mean, when you are doing the knee-capping of little Klodi with a rusty tire-iron, he is doing the funniest crying-screeching sound. He is sounding just like some crazy, sobbing monkey. It is being soooo hilarious. And the Jan is always remembering the time he kicked in the door on the T-Mobile bus bathroom when Klodi was in there doing number zwie, and the Jan beat him half to death with a sack of water bottles. Oh, we laughed and laughed. Well, ok, maybe just the Jan laughed, because Klodi was being half into a coma at that point, but the Jan knows that if Klodi had been conscious, he would have screech/cried at the obvious funniness of the situation.
As for the earring, though, the Jan is not sorry for ripping that thing out of Klodi's ear. That thing just looked retarded.
It is being kind of strange, everyone getting back together, cowering in fear, huddling in the back of the bus in terror of one of the Jan's legendary rages, but something's missing. The Vino isn't here.
The Jan had high hopes for little Vino. It is being true. He was being like a little mini-Jan. Everyone knows the unholy might that is the Jan, they know that the Jan strides this trembling earth like some dark colussus, dealing death and pain with every turn of his massive gear. But the Vino is being pretty evil too. He not only is looking like a punk kid who would toilet-paper your grandmother's house and then push her down and steal her purse when she came outside, but he is actually being kind of an asshole, too. When the Jan dropped a bar of soap inside a sock and then used it to beat the holy living hell out of Klodi, it was always Vino who would be holding him down. Vino is not on the level of the Jan, of course, but still, he is about 10 pounds of evil in a 5 pound bag, and the Jan will be missing him.
The Mighty Uniballed One, the Lance, is now telling people that he thinks Jan is going to be winning the Tour this year. To which the Jan is being saying, Ja, no shit, dumbass.
Ivan Basso, Valverde, Floyd Landis, it doesn't matter. No one can drop the hammers on the climbs AND the time trials like the Jan. It is being like the Highlander. Or like Lance's nuts.
There can be only one.

Heute: nahezu alles über Steuersätze fürs Rennrad...:Cheese:

Aus:bikesnobnyc:product-review

"When I got to the finish line there was no one there.[...] I noted my time (about 16:30) and then climbed in my car and went home to go to bed."

Frank "Powercrancks" Day ueber den Ironman 1978

http://www.slowtwitch.com/Features/F..._1978_174.html

Ich kenne ne Lady, die sich spontan, um an nem (Sprint-)Triathlon teilzunehmen, ein Rad geliehen hat. Ihr eigenes (das sie da gerade nicht dabei hatte), entspringt der ersten Generation von Fahrrädern, bei denen der Umwerfer nicht mehr mit nem Hebel AM Umwerfer betätigt wird, sondern schon über nen Zug und nen Hebel am Unterrohr.
Das geliehene Rad hatte jedoch STIs und sie hielt bei einem Streckenposten um zu fragen, ob er wisse, wie geschaltet wird.
Er wusste es nicht;- sie gewann aber trotzdem die Damenwertung...

(Die Sache kam nur zufällig raus,weil der Streckenposten sich erkundigt hatte, wie denn nun geschaltet würde und es ihr nachm rennen erklären wollte)

"Scheiss Bonus!"
 

"A strange little bonus story was doing the rounds on Wall Street late Friday, which was picked up by the likes of Dealbreaker and Wall Street Folly.
And it all started with CNBC's Charlie Gasparino reporting rumours that a chap over in Merrill Lynch's fixed income department, possibly a fixed income research analyst, had 'inappropriately relieved' himself in the office in protest at being given a p.ss-poor bonus.

Dealbreaker then picked up and ran with the story, establishing that it wasn't urine, but the other stuff. Apparently the guy took a dump in the restroom, 'stomped in it, and then dragged it all over the place by walking around with it on his shoes'. Merrill is said to have said that the whole thing was 'an unfortunate accident'.

Later reports suggest, however, that this was no 'accident'. The incident is said to have taken place on the 19th floor of Merrill's New York headquarters building in the World Financial Center, which we believe houses many of the firm's fixed income group. And the smart money now says that the villain of the piece was actually an equities guy who came over to fixed income to express his view of their 2007 credit market losses - losses which he clearly thought had adversely affected his own bonus payout."

http://news.hereisthecity.com/news/b...ws/7445.cntns#

"I was hiking in Goat Rocks Wilderness up in Central Washington, an area known for its sheer cliffs and thousand-foot drop-offs. It is not a stretch for the timid or the altitudinally-challenged. As its name implies---and the mountain goats attest---it is a rocky, precarious stretch and for whatever reason, the region often invites huge dosages of dreadful weather. Fog, rain, clouds and wind are often the norm. Anyway, it was mid-afternoon and I was alone and making my way along a steeply exposed ridge when a blanket fog descended upon me. I lost the trail in visibility so bad I was unable to see my hands, and more significantly, my feet.


Within a matter of minutes it had become a life and death situation and to be sure, things were leaning heavily in favor of death. I began prodding my way forward with my trustworthy trekking stick. (My REI guaranteed-for-life aluminum alloy poles had long since met their maker.) Soon, though, I reached a point where I could no longer feel anything but thin air in front of me. I figured I must've missed a bend in the ridge so I turned back to retrace my steps, but then I could feel nothing but thin air behind me either. I poked to the right---nothing; poked to the left---nothing. I didn't dare make a move. I just stood in the same damn spot for five hours until the fog had lifted, and then discovered that my stick had broken."

http://chuckiev.blogspot.com/