Ah Ben,
It's nice to know that you can take the boy out of Brooklyn but ya cant take
the Brooklyn out of the boy. My clips and straps shoe of choice is a
touring shoe made by Sidi. They are real tough (impossible) to find in
sizes above 38 and I don't think that Sidi makes them anymore.
Mike Schmidt
Stirling, NJ
> Yo P. Lynn Miller,
>
> Ya know, there have been plenty options discussed and the topic has
> opened a little wide but perhaps the best option would be to put
> yourself in my shoes - literally !!!!!
>
> http://homepage.mac.com/
>
>
> Im thinking you need only follow the sun north along the shoreline for
> a few minutes. We is neighbours ;)
> Detto Pietro touring shoes and Adidas E. M. Comp (black and white)
> spoken here, soon to be joined by Avocet's
> http://ebay.com/
>
> We ride the same roads, and from my perspective there is little point
> in using traditional cycling shoes, modern or classic. I like to have
> the comfort of not having to take my shoes off just to go toe to toe
> with that idiot in the 2 tonne 4 wheel drive that just cut me off and
> is wanting to square up because my elbow just happened to take out his
> side mirror at the next set of lights. I choose my shoes with the ethos
> & elan of cycling tradition but with "touring" practicality & comfort.
> I'll find you some shoes that look right and work well. Oh yeah .....
> Bring some o'dat 650b stuff round !!!!!
>
> Ummm ... pardon me asking but is you a man or a woman? not that it
> matters of course but I might need to tidy up a little bit and nip out
> for some more Rum (just kidding ... I think?)
>
> ciao,
>
> Ben Kamenjas
> Urban paradise, in a country down south where one is free to buy Havana
> Club (not that it's that good, but it's nice to be able to have the
> option, plus the label is cool and I won't be sent off to Gitmo Bay for
> saying so)
>
> true story: nyc - corner of 14th St and 6th Ave back in about '97. Taxi
> driver at last minute swerves across two lanes to turn right. sreeching
> brakes, pedestrian, stops ...... Cyclist, big guy, dreads, bianchi
> fixie, legs the size of tree stumps, traditional shoes with cleats,
> clip and strap pedals. going way to fast on the inside lane and with
> nowhere to go clips the front right front corner of taxi head on, goes
> sailing, crashes hard, one foot still in pedal. hustle bustle stops,
> total silence for a few seconds before cyclist starts swearing, and I
> mean swearing. he gets out of pedal, taco'ed wheel, inspects lost skin
> on elbow, wrist and along whole leg. more swearing. people start
> helping him and asking if OK. more swearing, waddles duck like over to
> cab drivers door, more swearing, now gesturing, and slamming fist on
> cab roof before making it obvious that he wishes the driver come out so
> they can resolve this issue, up close, one on one. cab driver starts
> screaming, gesticulating, swearing but in what i assume an indian
> language as he is wearing a traditional style sikh turban and flowing
> garb. crowd still silent, now in disbelief as they witness the cab
> driver open the taxi door and up the ante for volume and what i assume
> is swearing in his mother language. bike rider now fuming and really
> mad, incensed, rage, getting serious, no more swearing and animated
> body language, decisively starts taking off his cleated cycling shoes
> for what I assume means he is ready to fight. first laces undone, then
> hopping as he slips off one shoe, then the other, crowd now 5 or 6 deep
> in a 20 meter diameter all around the cyclist and cab driver. cab
> driver looking at cyclist, slightly confused, but then starts mimicking
> cyclist in that he also starts taking off his shoes. a millisecond
> pause that seemed like an hour before cyclist starts laughing, first
> softly then out aloud, followed by a few in the crowd, then more and
> then the cab driver even more confused, stops and starts laughing too,
> nervously but not sure why. that air of rage and electricity is now
> gone, people start drifting away, the noise and din of the city picks
> up again. the cyclist and cab driver walk over to each other, both
> apologetic, both concerned. cyclist shows wounds, cab driver picks up
> bike, water bottle, and cyclists shoes - notes the funny shaped
> attachment on bottom of sole, penny drops, smiles. puts bike in trunk
> of taxi, brings out towel to lay on passenger seat for now bleeding
> cyclist to sit on. they drive off, the city carries on, new york
> moment.