If a company called them b_______ in their literature I'd be more inclined to call them that, but they don't. Why make up a word when there are perfectly suitable words everyone already understands?
Nobody has ever been confused by my calling them "shifters".
Shants.
"Old and standing in the way of progress"
Me too. Shifter? Oh! You mean the thing that makes the derailleur move regardless of where it's mounted.
Brunch is acceptable because it provides a reasonable excuse to drink before lunch. Drinking at breakfast is tacky, drinking at brunch is refined. No need for a made up meal to justify drinking after noon.
There is water at the bottom of the ocean.
Should I call boxers that aren't baggy briefers?
Is a breathable rain jacket a brainjacket?
I can't get dressed until this is resolved.
Dan Fuller, local bicycle enthusiast
Brunch is an abomination of a meal where one is forced to either eat pancakes and eggs at a restaurant that normally serves a full menu, or eat eggs and pancakes at a bar that doesn't normallyserve food at all. And you know how you're kinda tired/kinda hungover and just want more booze to "normalize?" Well your server is kinda tired and hungover too; in fact, this goes for the entire kitchen. And they can't drink on the job because the manager is a dick. So, yes, they're just eggs and pancakes, and they'll take as long as they'll take. Now enjoy not being able to drown out the pretentious blowhards seated a little too close to you.
BFS
Brunch uFcking Sucks
Got some cash
Bought some wheels
Took it out
'Cross the fields
Lost Control
Hit a wall
But we're alright
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SHART.... a small, unintended defecation that occurs when one relaxes the anal sphincter to fart (blend of "shit" and "fart")
source: Urbandictionary
Someone needs a nap.
GO!
Well, in fairness, I have a dear friend I've known since 1975, he's played in 3 or 4 bands with me, was my roommate for several years, blah blah blah... And we cycled together a bit in our youth. In fact, he was the guy who taught me how to ride through traffic like a meth-crazed messenger decades before there was such a thing. (Or at least a trend.)
Anyway... his awareness of cycling hardware ended right around 1986, when he bought a matched pair of BMX bikes (one to leave at the office, the other at home). Fast-forward a bazillion years, and here I am trying to describe my (then) new Cannondale Synapse with its mixture of circa-2006 Ultegra & DuraAce components.
believe me, if I'd used the word "shifter" -- or "STI", or "Integrated Shifter" etc. it just wouldn't have helped. At all. He was completely blown away by this entire concept of integrating the shift lever with the brake lever!!!!
So yeah, I called it a br!fter. It helped.
Someone keeps missing the joke.
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And what got edited? If you can't get behind that I feel sorry for you.
hey! so what's the deal with brunch, i mean that if it's a combination of breakfast and lunch.
how comes there's no lupper or no linner? going forward the parts shall be called shevers atmo.
Tim O'Donnell- Shamrock Cycles
www.lugoftheirish.com
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