February 9, 2012
by Bikeyface
How to Date A Cyclist
So you met someone and you want to go on a bike date. How do you make it a good bike date? Well, there are a few important things you should know.
First of all it helps if you can both bike in the same direction at the same time on the same side of the street:
Of course, just like biking near cars, communication is key. Just because your both going the same direction as another cyclist doesn’t mean you’re “having a moment.” It helps to communicate if it’s a date from the start.
It also helps if you both stop at the same time. One trick that will help is to learn your traffic signals.
Also, in moments of passion, kickstands can be very helpful. Unless you like a bit of added dramatic flair.
Good advice just before Valentines day. =)
Well, well, that last drawing suggests that “Vanilla Icette” may have been successful after all!
Some great thoughts BikeyFace.
If this happened more often there would be more cyclists! I’m still wondering whether “bicycle” dating would lead to more or less people wearing lycra …
Now I know the *real* reason to stop on red. ;). Great post!
I don’t suggest the Bicycle Bungee for bike dates. It can end badly.
At first I thought this product was crazy, but after watching the video it seems rather interesting. Like a bicyclist on a dog leash.
I rode behind her, around midnight. The streetlights casting rolling shadows through her spokes. Each light’s shadow would pass her in the silence of the night. It was almost completely still around us, as if we were alone in this world. Just the sound of the freewheels and pedaling, as we meandered our way through the darkened city. Her soft brown hair would move in the breeze, and I could almost catch the scent of her. My dynamo light would flicker, and create reflections in her stainless fender. I needed this very moment to last forever. I fell in love three times that night. With her, with my city, and with our first of many bicycle dates together.
On the other hand:
In a recent survey of 5000 Bicycling magazine readers, 50% of men and 58% of women said that—if pressed to choose between sex or bikes—they’d pick the bikes: http://boingboing.net/2012/02/09/cyclists-would-rather-ride-a-b.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+boingboing%2FiBag+%28Boing+Boing%29
ridiculous!
Oh god. I hope I never have to make that decision.
That is so true about kickstands being useful in the grip of passion!
Helmet bonk! I’ve actually had that happen to me.
Kissing at red lights is SO FUN. And I, too, have experienced the “helmet bonk.”
Another fun game is to try to pinch your mate’s butt while riding.
Third panel looks like girl-on-girl. Porn or love? I don’t judge.
Boys and girls, listen up: there is a numbing effect of stooped over, hard saddled, boy smashing, lycra corraling, no perineal channel saddle riding. Please plan a “return to civilian life” accordingly.
A woo is a terrible thing to waste.
Also, who is this flirty girl? Around here the gals and guys do the stop light zombie.
Hi, May I translate the drawings in this post into Spanish for publication here
http://ciudadciclista.org ?
Like subtitles or actually alter the image? Subtitles would be fine, I’d prefer images not be altered. Thanks!
Ok. It will go “as is”, then. After all, the hardest word is “yup” 🙂
It should be up in a few days. Thanks.
Very sweet – Over here on the eastern side of the Atlantic, a ‘Bonk’ is a WHOLE lot more than just bumping helmets – so I’ve looked at that last pic thinking they’re thinking of ‘going all the way/home run(?)’ 🙂
Bonk (n) 1) (the) blood sugar deficiency when cycling often cured by use of banana
2) (a) sexual congress often assisted by use of a banana.
Bonking (v) action relating to 2)
Hitting the bonk – the alternative version for 1)
Also misheard quotation from Henry Ford – or could history well be bonk!
When husband leaves for his winter rides, he’ll kiss me goodbye THROUGH his balaclava. how romantic. 🙂
Kissing while riding can result in tooth fractures. Very expensive. Be warned.
When you said “How to Date A Cyclist,” I thought you a way to tell how old we are. It’d be like counting tree rings. Or chain rings. You know, one ring for a young hipster. Two rings for a Twentysomething. And three rings for us old guys who can’t make it up the hills anymore.
I didn’t get down on one knee to propose to my wife because we were both holding up our bikes. Kickstands FTW!
Love the sound bubbles in that last panel. Yup. :^)