By The Menzoid
So many people often wonder how it is that The Menzoid maintains his Aquaman-like physique. Well, it’s not by subscribing to a routine that entails sitting on the couch, eating Doritos, drinking copious quantities of Steeler and watching Springer episodes on the boob tube. Rather, The Menzoid, come rain or shine, is constantly out on the road atop his swank Argon 18 Kryptonite racing bike, whipping through Rich Man’s Hill like a supersized Speedy Gonzales, sometimes even singing a rousing cycling song such as “Bicycle Race” by Queen.
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like.
Ah, the bicycling life! Fresh air! Cardiovascular exercise! And good-spirited camaraderie all around. What’s not to love?
Well, as much as a brisk bike ride out on the rural blacktop makes for a sure-fire way to burn off calories, The Menzoid finds a cycling excursion can also be stress-inducing given that there’s a certain cluster of cyclists who simply don’t subscribe to cycling etiquette, the cyclist’s wave.
You see, when one cyclist passes another cyclist pedalling in the opposite direction, biking etiquette dictates that each cyclist lifts a hand from the handlebars and acknowledges the other pedlar with a nonchalant wave.
A wave makes for a goodwill gesture along the lines of, “Howdy, Brother. Have a good ride. Welcome to the club.”
It’s a cherished routine amongst serious cyclists ... well, some serious cyclists that is.
You see, another summer has whizzed by in which The Menzoid has yet again been snubbed by every single female cyclist he passed. The Menzoid always, always waves to all cyclists. But while the men wave back, what do the women give The Menzoid in return? A blank stare as though The Menzoid is some sort of gearbox on the fritz.
But why, damn it, why?
What is it about the biking Femazoids that won’t make them wave or even bow their head to The Menzoid?
Do the female cyclists erroneously believe The Menzoid is making a pass?
Or are they simply a bunch of Nervous Nellies too worried to take a hand off the handlebars?
Or have they been taught by mamma not to wave at strange cyclists?
Indeed, what is it about the female psyche that prevents a woman from waving at another cyclist during a bike ride?
Seeking insight, I queried Lady Menzoid about this anomaly. Much like all other Femazoid cyclists encountered to date, she said there’s no way she’d wave at anyone else when out on a bike ride.
“Why would I wave at some goof waving at me?” she said. “If I don’t know him, I’m not going to wave at him. That’s just stupid.”
“But why not?” The Menzoid pleaded. “It’s part of cycling etiquette! Not to wave is akin to cycling snobbery. When someone doesn’t wave back at me, I say to myself, ‘What a witch!’ (Or that word that rhymes with ‘witch.’)”
Lady Menzoid’s eyes shot skyward.
“Listen, take your Lance Armstrong cycling etiquette, fold it in half, lube it on down, and shove it up those stupid spandex cycling shorts you wear,” she said.
The Menzoid realized his beloved bride was yet again a lost cause in terms of gleaning insight into this matter, so he called upon his pal, Ken. Ken doesn’t cycle, but he does own a 1977 Corvette. And wow, does Ken ever feel The Menzoid’s pain.
After all, just like cycling, a major part of Corvette etiquette entails performing the “Corvette Wave” whenever one Vette driver sees another Vette passing in the opposite direction.
Indeed, there are actually five specific Corvette Wave rules according to enthusiasts:
1. There is NO EXCUSE for not waving at your fellow Corvette owner. Not waving is a serious breach of proper Corvette etiquette.
2. Whoever sees the other Corvette first starts the wave.
3. Rules 1 and 2 APPLY TO BOTH SEXES.
4. Any type of wave is OK. However, this does not include any gesture that can be interpreted as obscene or insulting.
5. A late wave is better than no wave at all. If you suddenly realize that a Corvette driver is passing and waving at you, get a wave off as soon as possible. The other Corvette driver may see your wave in the rear-view mirror and realize you were just a little late in getting your wave going.
Ken explained that almost all Corvettes are driven by guys since a Corvette is no girly-girl Volkswagen Beetle. Thus, it is very rare not to have one Corvette driver acknowledge another one when passing. But on the odd occasion that Ken passes by a Corvette driven by a woman, his wave to her is never reciprocated.
“This drives me crazy, too,” said Ken. “What’s wrong with these chicks? Why won’t they wave? There’s no reason not to wave. I mean, I’m not asking them to run a marathon.”
Indeed.
Be it biking or “Vetting,” The Menzoid is appealing to the Adler Acolytes and the Menzoid Maniacs out there in Electric Radio Land to provide some insight: what is it about female travellers that make them so downright rude? Or do they simply not realize they are being rude and thus, should we start some public education campaign so that the Femazoids will be better educated and thus, wave regularly?
Please, ladies: help The Menzoid help you.
You’re welcome.




















