
The folks over at Bike Hacks have a funny post about different “types” of bike commuters. Read on! At the risk of sounding like a pig, I’ve seen a lot of “cleavage gals” around town with universities back in session. Being a married man, I try to look elsewhere (even sitting on the bus, where’s I’m not likely to hit anything). I think that people probably don’t realize they’re bent over so much. One that’s missing from the list, though: The Ultra Fred. You know ‘em. Might have been ‘em. I have, especially on my mega zip-tied previous steed. I’ve seen a lot of Grasshopper folks, riding with their knees up and legs spread.
I also noticed this morning that there seems to be a correlation between seat height and safety gear in Baltimore these days. On one hand, I see folks trying to get up hills with their seats like three inches too low who are rocking a helmet, vest, gloves, leg clips, lights galore, etc. All that thought put into cycling, and their knees must be crying all the way home. On the other hand, there are folks who look like they just bought a bike at REI, didn’t bother with lights, helmets, adjustments and just decided to ride. While it’s certainly awesome any time that someone decides to start riding a bike for transportation, riding a bike that’s poorly adjusted is questionable enough on its own. But when you do it at night with no lights or reflectors or anything, that’s just bad judgment (assuming that no one wants to get hurt).
I don’t have a point. I just had a red-eye.


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09.08.09 at 2:09 pm
Nate
Great lunchtime read! I’m usually HUMMER guy, but have been accused of being HUGE CALF GUY, TIN MAN and PLAIN JANE – i own no jerseys or lycra.
09.08.09 at 2:31 pm
yellojkt
As the days grow shorter I have become ReflectoMan. I have a genuine mesh road crew reflective vest that adds no weight but just shines in the car lamps.
09.08.09 at 2:41 pm
dukiebiddle
Pig.
How is it that I’ve never noticed the Cleavage Gals? I think one that they forgot to include is DUI Guy, no explanation necessary.
I think I look like a cross between Mad Max Guy, Plain Jane Guy and maybe Gym Guy: the bike definitely looks like it was stolen from the Mad Max set, regular clothes with basketball shorts. Add all three and I suspect I might look a little like DUI Guy.
I’ve never been satisfied with any one definition I’ve heard for a Fred. As far as I can tell it seems to be what members of tribes call others who ride similar bikes as themselves, yet fail to buy into the cliquey matching clothing. That is what I would call Not-A-Tool Guy.
09.08.09 at 3:34 pm
Johnny
I’ve heard Fred said of the kitted out roadie on the $5k bike who can’t ride up a hill. That’s a lame definition.
I prefer the one that gets tossed around wherein a Fred is the guy in cargo pants (will full pockets!) or cut-offs and Tevas riding a bike full of lights, rack, fenders, bell, etc., i.e., someone concerned more with “practicality” than looks/fashion/trends. Hell, i.e., ME!
09.08.09 at 3:53 pm
Eric
I think I may be a modified “Wall Street Guy” because I don’t use riding clothes instead of my regular clothes. That is, unless I’m going to need a coat and tie for meetings, or if it’s deathly hot out, in which case I do wear a plain white road jersey.
BikeSnobNYC had a good post on Fred vs Nü-Fred a while back….
…The Nü-Fred is distinguished by his entry-level “My First Fixie” with risers and brand-new Chrome bag, and is rapidly supplanting the “Classic Fred” (distinguished by his entry-level road bike, Primal jersey, and helmet with visor) in terms of ubiquity. Since the Nü-Fred’s cycling experience prior to purchasing a fixed-gear generally consists of the three times he rode a bike over to his friend’s house in middle school, the Nü-Fred is often on edge. Furthermore, this edginess can be compounded by the considerable stresses felt by young and privileged people new to the big city….
09.08.09 at 10:07 pm
Rantwick
It is indeed a rich pageant out there, and I had video from my handlebars (I leave it running alot of the time) of a crazy cleavage gal. I didn’t want to post it, and felt guilty about having it, and so deleted it.
My Mother used to call beer and tomato juice a “red eye”, because it was known as a hangover cure.
09.09.09 at 10:31 am
Johnny
Beer and tomato juice together, or one after the other? I’m intrigued — usually it’s just beer for a hangover, but that feels foolish/guilty.
09.09.09 at 11:45 pm
dottie
Ha, another benefit of riding an upright Dutch bike – I don’t have to worry about being a “cleavage girl!”
09.22.09 at 3:19 pm
Johnny
Park two!
http://bikehacks.com/the-dictionary-of-bike-commuter-slang-the-unabridged-volume/