A couple of years out of high school my beloved Triumph Spitfire died a horrible death. The engine actually rusted from the inside. The car did have a few parts that were worth something though, the biggest prize was the detachable hard top. I traded this to a guy named Richard who made his living restoring trashed bikes. In return for the hard top I got a 10 year old Bridgestone 300 racing frame with whatever components he dug up. (Or rather I think it was the 300, it may have been the 400, or the 200). I loved that bike. I would ride it to my minimum wage job, and to the school I was failing out of. I would go on long rides to nowhere. I would duck in and out of traffic, beating the cars for mile stretches of road.
But my very favorite thing to do was to completely annihilate yuppies.
There I would be on my way to work in a pair of tattered jeans, with a cigarette in my mouth and waist coat flapping behind me blowing by the yuppies in there brand new fancy bikes wearing spandex trying to buy speed.
Oh, how I loved it then, and oh, how it hurts now that I am the yuppie getting toasted by the punk. But I will still lift off the seat and try to keep up. And if you are the punk, please know that under the expression on my face of pain and humiliation, I am actually smiling at your triumph and remembering mine.
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Better to look like a yuppie than to be a loser whos only joy in life is calling people yuppies.
Huh?
i dunno josh, yuppie seems slightly derogatory in this case. so does punk.
better to just enjoy the biking, yaknow?
I don't think I was being derogatory, I am proud of who I am and who I was.
It was just a story about how I have changed, no value judgments included. I was a punk then (as in rocker) and I am a Yuppie now. Both statements of fact.
Yeah I get that. Hard to put a finger on why I'm bothered.
Maybe it's the labelling. The punk takes pride in passing the yuppie who thinks he can buy speed (how does the punk know what the yuppie thinks?) the yuppie feels bad at being passed up by the punk.
Maybe what's bothering me is that maybe the punk doesn't notice the yuppie and the yuppie gives no thought to the punk, because biking is fun. Besides, the traffic can be a bitch and that's what you need to be paying attnetion to?
I try not to worry about the other guy so much. I mean, I do, but I try not to.
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