tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post8546209737819115478..comments2024-03-27T05:14:23.738-04:00Comments on Lovely Bicycle!: The Scent of OutsideVelouriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00359329171411037482noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-68227624547696656422015-05-20T14:32:58.330-04:002015-05-20T14:32:58.330-04:00One of my clearest memories as a kid is my mom alw...One of my clearest memories as a kid is my mom always telling me I smelled like outside upon returning home from tree climbing, crab apple picking, "treasure hunting" and yes, bike riding. I tell my own grass-stained son that all the time now myself and it makes me smile. And I'd like to think I recapture a bit of that while commuting to work on my bike. Bonjour Bicyclehttp://bonjourbicycle.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-55522559198822094512015-05-20T05:26:53.667-04:002015-05-20T05:26:53.667-04:00I bet your cats are stashing their bicycles somewh...I bet your cats are stashing their bicycles somewhere; you just don't know it.Velouriahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00359329171411037482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-7605041828297244452015-05-20T05:24:10.555-04:002015-05-20T05:24:10.555-04:00It is rapeseed, yes. They plant and harvest it sev...It is rapeseed, yes. They plant and harvest it several times in the season here; at least 2 but some years possibly 3. First time is in May, next in July. This year there seems to be many more fields of it than I recall previously; everything is yellow! Velouriahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00359329171411037482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-89058665285767063052015-05-19T17:46:02.281-04:002015-05-19T17:46:02.281-04:00Looks like a field of rapeseed plants to me..Looks like a field of rapeseed plants to me..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-29426044526497118512015-05-15T00:49:13.608-04:002015-05-15T00:49:13.608-04:00Ah. The cold cat coat phenomenon. I have three c...Ah. The cold cat coat phenomenon. I have three cats, but it only happens with one of them -- he of the immense girth and the glossy slick coat. Not sure which to attribute the smell to, but it is lovely. I find it happens w my husband's leather jacket as well, and some of our dead-of-winter down coats. Oddly, not all of them. Must be fabric specific somehow.<br /><br />It still gets down to about 0C overnight here, so I can hang my merino shirts out for a few hours and they take on that wonderful smell of cold, too. I'm sure people think I'm strange for walking around the house, face buried in a shirt, sniffing, but you take your joy where you find it, right? <br /><br />Best,<br />Lil BruinAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-86373282187299559982015-05-12T15:11:32.480-04:002015-05-12T15:11:32.480-04:00I call it the sun kissed smell - when your skin an...I call it the sun kissed smell - when your skin and hair get bathed in sunlight. Even if you sweat - as long as it's not copious amounts - it all smells of that "I've been outside and enjoying it" fragrance. It's a LOT better than the I've been sitting inside a small room drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes with discount cologne smell. ;-)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03878086878267043622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-72478479848793806902015-05-12T12:18:45.795-04:002015-05-12T12:18:45.795-04:00As a kid when my mom would say I "smell of ou...As a kid when my mom would say I "smell of outside", it usually meant I needed a shower. Maybe it was a different scent back then because to me the smell of outside is fresh and clean, and the smell of someone needing a shower is not so fresh and clean. spericnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-61538996508001929492015-05-12T11:09:19.378-04:002015-05-12T11:09:19.378-04:00I really like this picture. Where I live, Montana,...I really like this picture. Where I live, Montana, canola fields are adorned with bright yellow flowers, but not this early in the season. Is that what's pictured here?MT cyclisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17451590809473759574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-53882563488877789642015-05-11T20:18:51.647-04:002015-05-11T20:18:51.647-04:00This must be an Irish thing….This must be an Irish thing….Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-59702360277426897732015-05-11T11:59:37.998-04:002015-05-11T11:59:37.998-04:00“It’s ok to say weird stuff to this person” – you ...“It’s ok to say weird stuff to this person” – you should wear that like a badge of honour, Velouria. You should also write a post about it some day, if you haven’t already (or even revisit it if you have) – about people’s attitudes to cyclists – although it’s such an overwhelmingly complex subject you might have to have a lie down after you’ve written it. My experience is, it covers the whole spectrum – scorn, disdain, antipathy, ambivalence, curiosity, intrigue, admiration and sometimes even respect. Although I think people think more than they ever say. Makes you think, though, you shouldn’t bother about what other people think, should you?fletchernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-13779532933676810862015-05-11T11:34:55.350-04:002015-05-11T11:34:55.350-04:00Ah, always the Romantic! You must have a clean pa...Ah, always the Romantic! You must have a clean palette to begin with during your rides.<br /><br />Oh, when will you clue us in to your schedule of upcoming, epic rides? Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-85763971790988400142015-05-09T21:52:12.684-04:002015-05-09T21:52:12.684-04:00I've had a very similar conversation with my c...I've had a very similar conversation with my cat.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11312344589433769197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-84256974761510502402015-05-09T21:29:36.546-04:002015-05-09T21:29:36.546-04:00Are you using Irish Spring? (Smiling)Are you using Irish Spring? (Smiling)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17002511885573263378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-60750794788066572022015-05-09T18:54:11.577-04:002015-05-09T18:54:11.577-04:00It doesn't always end this way. My son and I ...It doesn't always end this way. My son and I bicycle for transportation. Recently, we both arrived home from our work days at about the same time and he started it….'you reek of linseed oil and sweat' ….'and you reek of cigarettes' …. we do carry the scent of our days. Even bicycling cannot mask them. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-78326433215781103922015-05-09T18:26:10.476-04:002015-05-09T18:26:10.476-04:00My cats smell of the outdoors when they've bee...My cats smell of the outdoors when they've been out for a while. I dont think it's exclusive to cyclistsAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05070660416549423649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-20392584590685304162015-05-09T12:00:38.310-04:002015-05-09T12:00:38.310-04:00A friend, a long time ago: "Just think of it...A friend, a long time ago: "Just think of it - if you're smelling sh*t there are particles of it in your nose."GR Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01145811568384053426noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-55781306989160065962015-05-09T10:06:07.893-04:002015-05-09T10:06:07.893-04:00Hi Anon 4:44.
Having read your last sentence I wo...Hi Anon 4:44.<br /><br />Having read your last sentence I would like to respectfully call "Bullshit".<br /><br />As someone who lives surrounded by fields that get visited by the "Honey Wagon" a couple of times a year and has a rendering plant on the other side of the tiny little town where I live, I want to assure you, on the wrong day, you can definitely absorb the funk in your clothes and hair. My wife went to a Teachers meeting one afternoon after school and when she opened her bag to get something, the "used food" odor from the wool sweater she stuffed in there that morning took over the meeting. She had worn that sweater outside for only the amount of time it took to take some slacks off the clothesline and walk to the car.<br /><br /> I have returned from bike rides that took me down the road past the rendering plant at 20 MPH where I was only aware of the stench as a damp spectral hand on my throat for a few seconds and arrived home 30 minutes later only to be turned out of the house by my wife and mobbed by our dogs who COULD NOT WAIT to get all up in my bubble.<br /><br />The same sort of thing used to happen to folks I know who lived near the local poultry processing plants and the giant concrete silo where they used to make dog food. <br /><br />Your observation is correct most of the time but THERE ARE DAYS... <br /><br />SpindizzyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-37845092000361822452015-05-09T03:12:45.528-04:002015-05-09T03:12:45.528-04:00I completely agree. Before I truly got into bikes...I completely agree. Before I truly got into bikes, I loved getting riding as a kid because I loved the feeling of the wind around me and being out in the open. When I do drive, I feel suffocated until I put all of my windows down. Even in my box truck, it was so hot today during work that I had to drive with the (sliding) doors all the way open and it just felt so nice. Jay Tyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16379343653425080261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-41751218134242932342015-05-08T22:02:52.287-04:002015-05-08T22:02:52.287-04:00Most definitely! I love the outdoors, nature, it ...Most definitely! I love the outdoors, nature, it is very important for me to be outside, and working full time makes bike time precious. This is part of what makes cycling so amazingly wonderful. I love it, the smell of changes in weather, wind, barometric pressure, and how much the weather can change in a small area, especially living so close to the ocean. The cedar forests, the moss, the grass, rain, ocean, earth, and in spring a symphony of flowering trees, bushes, lilacs!!!Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-1971945147983368532015-05-08T21:58:21.804-04:002015-05-08T21:58:21.804-04:00Oh yes, being a cyclist, particularly a full on ye...Oh yes, being a cyclist, particularly a full on year round no matter the weather cyclist garners endless attention and comments...Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-83153499745681304982015-05-08T19:46:02.076-04:002015-05-08T19:46:02.076-04:00I have always mused on this subject, just never di...I have always mused on this subject, just never discussed it with anyone. ahhh, the smell of cyclist!RunningBearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15044610454826999696noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-60003034144307416062015-05-08T18:19:33.159-04:002015-05-08T18:19:33.159-04:00"I think there is something about being spott..."I think there is something about being spotted with a bicycle that signals "it's okay to say weird stuff to this person"!"<br /><br />I've never thought about that, but reading it I'd have to say "yes." I've gotten all sorts of strange questions from complete strangers over the years. Michaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11683137564994734073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-16186135556116988042015-05-08T17:26:26.905-04:002015-05-08T17:26:26.905-04:00L'Air Du Silage. Ew.
That "outdoor sme...L'Air Du Silage. Ew. <br /><br />That "outdoor smell" can be awesome, and last a surprisingly long time.Corey Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15381826721030941179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-10425466496149784732015-05-08T16:44:55.048-04:002015-05-08T16:44:55.048-04:00This concept had nothing to do with cycling. I cyc...This concept had nothing to do with cycling. I cycle myself but it's when I return from walking the dog that my husband always tells me that I smell of outdoors. I don't think that cyclists have a heightened sense of smell, or walkers for that matter. The person who is outdoors is never aware of the smell of outside, even though they are aware of individual scents such as woodland, hedgerows, flora and fauna. The smell of outside is usually the same, despite the location. I have smelt it countless times, thought everyone had but am not entirely sure whether city outside smells are the same. Cycling is just one way to acquire the scent of outside, it doesn't have a monopoly. Oh and don't worry about the farm next door, you won't smell of slurry, just of the outside!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467858377106451384.post-32305788374144281072015-05-08T16:11:58.385-04:002015-05-08T16:11:58.385-04:00When you go into the cafe after your neighbor spre...When you go into the cafe after your neighbor spreads 'slurry' are you also tagged as a cyclist?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com