That's exactly how I feel and think when going downhill on my bikes. Can you ever go fast enough down a hill? I can't. I wondered if he was a cyclist as well as a writer so I checked as best I could and couldn't find any evidence that he might of been. So even though I think he's a punk, I spent some time seeing if I could find anything else he might of said that I thought related well to cycling. Most of his quotes are not fit to print here, either due to language used or subject matter, but I did find quite a few, and many more than I expected, that I thought could be rubbed over and rang out on the sport of cycling and I'm going to share them with you here:
“Anything worth doing, is worth doing right.” How true. To do it right, you've got to know how. And a large part of my enjoyment of cycling is in the learning about it. Cycling's history. The bikes. Myself. Reminds me of Uncle Jim and my older boys one year when we were out hunting for a Christmas tree at the Caprock in New Mexico. Uncle Jim said "You see these? Those are pine nuts. You eat 'em." And so my boys who were 6 and 8 years old at the time picked some up and ate them, because they wanted to be a cool outdoorsman like Uncle Jim was. Trouble is those were deer pellets not pine nuts but they didn't know any better. They didn't know how but they learned quick. Learn how and do it right. It's important.
“THE EDGE, there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.” How true. Where is that "edge?" The edge of the envelope. The edge of your ability. The edge of the road. The edge of your tolerance for pain and suffering. The edge of promise. Cycling will dangle that "edge" out there like a tasty tofu vegan veggie rice wrap (or a donut) on a string always seemingly within your grasp but never quite within reach. Right when you think you have gotten to the edge of whatever it is you're trying to find on your bike you will realize that you're not quite there yet.
|The Great Eddy Merckx|
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!” How true. Are you sure Hunter S. Thompson was not a cyclist? This sounds like something Eddy Merckx might have said. Read that again. Sounds like cycling to me.