Bicycle Terminology
I read a comment on a news article where someone described themselves as an “Avid Cycler.”
I’m sorry, if you call yourself a “Cycler” you are not an avid bike rider, which I think is what you were trying to say. The term is “Avid Cyclist.”
You could be an Avid Recycler if you collect old newspapers, and plastic bottles, but that’s a whole different story.
George Bernard Shaw once described England and The United States as, "Two countries separated by a common language." As well as using different words for the same object, people tend to make stuff up if they don't know the correct term. I read an ad on Craig’s List where a person selling a bicycle described it as having:
“Covers over the wheels, so you won’t get your clothes wet when riding in the rain.”
They are called “Mudguards.” In America most call them “Fenders,” which is also acceptable. At least we know what you are talking about. In this case I never would have known had there not been a photograph of said bike, sporting mudguards.
When I first came to the US in 1979, there was a whole different vocabulary for bicycle parts that drove me crazy.
People called a handlebar stem (Left.) a “Gooseneck.” If I ever saw a goose with a neck shaped like that, it was one sick bird.
A spanner was called a wrench, now some call it a spanner wrench. One of those words is obsolete, and back in the day, Americans would insist on calling a saddle, a “Seat.”
The fact that a saddle was attached to a seat post, or seat pillar in the UK, which in turn slid into a seat tube on the frame, was neither here nor there. I wasn’t around for that planning meeting.
Before we had freewheel cassettes, the old screw-on five and six speed freewheels were called a freewheel “Block.” Back in 1979 in the US they called them a “Cluster.” Talking of Freewheels, the opposite is a Fixed-wheel, not a Fixed-gear, and never Fixie, unless you’re a newbie avid cycler.
Some terms have never changed, Campagnolo was always abbreviated to “Campag” in the UK, in the US it is “Campy.” (In the UK Campy could be mistaken for a certain way of walking.) I never abbreviate the name, that way I am correct on both sides of the pond.
Tubular tires, (Or is it Tyres?) in the UK were “Sprints and Tubs.” Sprints referring to the sprint rims, and tubs being short for tubulars. In the US they are “Sewups,” which no longer drives me crazy, although it does make me a tiny bit uncomfortable.
Then the “Hipster” crowd started calling them “Tubies,” which like Fixies is kind of ‘cute,’ but what does drive me stark raving bonkers, was the hipster element referring to toe-clips as “Cages.”
They have always been “Toe-clips,” on both sides of the Atlantic. It was the one word for a bicycle part that didn’t get bastardized in translation.
They have been abandoned by most branches on the sport for clip-less pedals. (There is a clue, right there.) Anyone who calls them cages should be locked up in one.
Wash your hands, and don’t panic
The recent events have caused me to think back to sometime around October 1957 when I was 21 years old.
I dealt with the worst case of flu, or for that matter the worst illness I have ever suffered.
It was caused by a worldwide pandemic known as the Asian Flu.
Politically incorrect today, but if I used its other name of H2N2 virus, few would know what I meant or understand the impact it had at the time.
I lived in a boarding house in North London, located in a huge Victorian brick and stone building. I lived on the fourth floor, and as heating was by an individual gas fire in each room, when everyone in the house had their gas fire on, there was so little gas pressure on the fourth floor that heating may as well been from a candle. A bucket of drinking water I kept in the room would sometimes freeze overnight in winter.
As well as renting a single room, the owner of the home provided breakfast and dinner which we ate in a communal dining room. There was also a shared sitting room with a TV. When the virus hit, it quickly spread though almost all the residents.
I was not hospitalized but stayed in my room, and do not remember even seeing a doctor. I was given aspirin by my landlady, and food was left on a plate outside my door, where it mostly stayed overnight as I was too weak to get out of bed to go get it.
I ran a high fever and my sheets and bedding were soaking wet from sweat. My landlady would come in every day, help me out of bed and down one floor to use the bathroom. She would then change my bedding, and try to get me to eat something, or at least drink some water.
In the early stages I was either in a semi-coma, or delirious with the room seemingly spinning around. I felt like I was about to die, and one knows they are really sick when they feel that death would be a blessed relief, and they care little for the outcome either way.
I remember at least one person died in this boarding house, a nice old gentleman named Mr. Edwards, whom I had got to know quite well. Altogether some 14,000 people died in the UK, 100.000 in the US, and estimates vary worldwide between one and two million.
Looking back on these events, I can’t help but compare the situation then and now. For those of us who grew up in the 1930s and 1940s, getting seriously ill was almost a way of life. Throughout our childhood we would catch at least one (Sometimes two.) contagious diseases every year.
Mumps, measles, whooping cough, chicken pox, and German measles went though entire schools, towns and villages alike. I had them all at different times throughout my childhood except German measles.
My mother, born in 1897, lived through even worse diseases. Typhoid fever, smallpox, tuberculosis, scarlet fever, and diphtheria. Plus, the Spanish Flu of 1918 and 1919 that killed 50 million people worldwide.
Catching the Asian Flu at the age of 21 was just part of life that had to be dealt with. We knew it was coming, it had been on TV and the radio, and in all the newspapers, but life went on as normal. But back then news casters simply read the news, and the big difference was, they didn’t express opinions, and above all they didn’t express political opinions.
No one blamed the government, the then prime minister Harold McMillan, or President Eisenhour. Trains and busses kept running, people flew on airplanes. Businesses did not close, and people did not view everyone else with suspicion and bump elbows instead of shaking hands.
Looking back, I wonder, were we too complacent? Possibly, had I washed my hands a few more times, and avoided eating in the communal dining room, I may, or may not have become infected.
The difference was, we didn’t have news 24/7, and we did not have cell-phones or the Internet. How many times a day do I need to be told to wash my hands?
Governments are placing restrictions on everything but the news media, where restriction is needed. Tell us what we need to know, and give us some other news, not just the coronavirus.
Take precautions, but don’t panic. Look out for your elderly neighbor, go buy their groceries so they don’t have to go out. If you get the coronavirus it will be unpleasant, but it probably won’t kill you.
In spite of receiving no medical attention what-so-ever, and only being checked on once a day, the Asian Flu didn’t kill me at 21, and along with all those other childhood diseases, it probably helped me build a strong immune system that will serve me well now I need it in my eighties.
When this is over, and we compare this pandemic with past ones. Possibly the numbers will be better and there will be fewer infections and deaths. However, the way it was handled could be greatly improved.
Was it really necessary to throw the whole world's population into a panic?
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