Words Re-written
What sets the human species apart from all other creatures? I believe it is not that we have a superior brain or opposing thumbs, it is language, our ability to communicate with words that can not only be spoken but written too.
I prefer the written word. It can be edited, whereas often the spoken word comes out and cannot be taken back. The old saying, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me,” is seldom true.
“Physical pain we tend to forget, but when someone says something nasty those words are locked away in our memory bank to be brought back along with the hurt, repeatedly. It takes a strong person to recognize that these are only words, and it is our choice to be hurt or offended by them.”
Fond memories can be re-told to others and relived in our own mind. Bad memories often get re-told and are exaggerated, made worse than they originally were. The smart lines and witty come-backs we recite in re-telling the story, are not the words we actually said, but rather what we wish we had said.
Told over and over the stories eventually become our reality. Others will steal our stories, make them their own and retell them until they become their reality. This is how urban myths are born.
“Talk is cheap,” is another common expression. Some can talk for hours and say nothing, certain politicians have honed this to an art form. Words may be cheap, but the cost may be enormous. Say the wrong thing and it can destroy the reputation of a politician or other public figure dearly.
People who talk incessantly miss out on a lot. For one thing by talking continuously they are not letting others express their views. Then when the other person speaks, they are not listening because they are thinking of what they will say next.
It is only by listening to others that communication pays off. While I am talking, I am only repeating what I already know, whereas a thought from outside my own mind can spark an entirely new line of thinking. I other words, I learn something.
If talk is cheap, the Internet and social media often make words worthless. If someone makes a comment one strongly disagrees with, what is the point in firing off some knee-jerk opposing view? It divides people even more, and you are anonymous, why waste your time? I try to follow my mother’s advice, “If I can’t say something nice, say nothing at all.”
“Silence, it has been said, is golden and can sometimes speak louder than words. Words may say something, but silence can make a more powerful statement. I fail to see the logic in protesting hate speech with more hate speech. Protest in silence and let the other side spew the hated, thus proving your point.”
Or to an angry mob protesting any cause, ignore them in silence and walk on by, I guarantee that protest will fizzle and die in short order. Another wise response I remember from my mother when in my defense I would say, “Well he (or she.) started it.” My mother would always say, “It doesn’t matter who started it, it takes two to make an argument.”
Though talk is cheap, words should not be wasted. Words can heal a person or destroy them. Words can teach or miss-inform. Words can spread love, or they can spread anger and hatred. Words can be both a blessing and a curse, choose them with care.
This is just me trying to say something nice. Say something nice in return or please, say nothing.
Cycling clothes, 1950s style
The picture above is from 1952, the year I started racing and riding seriously. The photo taken at a British Hill Climb, typically an end of season event taking place around October when temperatures were falling slightly.
Notice what the spectators are wearing, regular everyday clothes. These cyclists probably rode a considerable distance to the event, the only special equipment is the cycling shoes. Corduroy or heavier tweeds were popular in the colder months, being warm, comfortable, and hard wearing.
The thing is these are regular pants or trousers, worn in conjunction with spring steel bicycle clips to keep the bottoms from being caught in the chain.
On the upper body you will notice a mixture of sweaters and light jackets.
In the winter I always wore a woolen undershirt next to my skin, wool stayed warm even when wet from sweat or outside elements. Often when setting out on a ride in the early morning hours, I would place a sheet of newspaper under my top sweater, to keep the cold wind off my chest. Later as the day warmed up, this was discarded.
In the summer cyclists wore regular shorts, and again these were often cut off from a regular pair of street trousers.
The very fact that a person was wearing shorts at all in public, was a sign that they were a serious cyclist. Or someone engaged in some other athletic activity.
Remember this was the 1950s and men usually wore suits and ties. Young boys wore short trousers up until age 13, then most often wore long trousers for the rest of their adult life.
Racing clothes were made out of wool, they were expensive, needed to be hand washed, and took forever to dry. Unlike today, you could not throw them in the drier, or they would become matted and shrink.
No one wore their racing clothes on a training ride. I do remember that when I did put these clothes on to race, they felt so comfortable and unrestrictive that I automatically rode faster.
Racing shorts had a real chamois leather insert inside, and I would smear a handful of Vaseline on it before a race. It felt extremely weird for about the first minute, but then kept me comfortable throughout the race, with zero chaffing.
Even the pros did not wear racing kit for training rides. The picture above is of Fausto Coppi (Left.) with his brother Serse. (Right.) and a few other riders about to set out on a training ride.
The trousers they are wearing would be specially made for cycling, but they are styled after regular street clothes with the exception that they fit just below the knee, and are worn in conjunction with knee length socks. On the top they are wearing a variety of woolen sweaters.
My mother was an expert at sewing, and I would take an old pair of trousers, and have her cut them off just below the knee. She would sew some wide elastic on the bottom to fit under my knee. The material cut from the bottom of the leg, she would make a double seat, which added comfort and made them wear longer.
By the 1970s, proper cycling clothes were available, but there were training clothes and racing clothes. Now it has become acceptable to train or simply ride for pleasure in racing gear. Modern matrials make cycling clothing so easy to wash and care for.
One also has to remember that general fashions change too. I remember some older cyclists would wear a dress shirt and tie to go on a club run. Clothing worn in public now, would have been considered against public decency back in the 1950s and before. Even if one was engaged in an activity like cycling.
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