Re: [messengers] A Man Called Horse

Date: 8 Oct 2010 01:34:59 +0200
From: Willy Wonker <fetologist@xxxxxxxxx>


'street-hip road warrior'  This shit is getting better and better.
Funny i thought Craig from Seattle was the worlds fastest.
Oh and when did cheating become 'a technicality'?
Fuck it, who cares.  Delivering an envelope from a to b should not be glorified like this.
--- On Thu, 7/10/10, Joe Hendry <messvilleto@xxxxxxxxx> wrote:

From: Joe Hendry <messvilleto@xxxxxxxxx>
Subject: [messengers] A Man Called Horse
To: "Messenger list" <messengers@xxxxxxxxx>
Received: Thursday, 7 October, 2010, 10:56 PM






A Man Called Horse 
New York’s bike messengers live life at warp speed. And one man is speediest of all: Austin Horse. 
  
The Red Bulletin, September 30, 2010 
“When I see an adult on a bicycle, I do not despair for the future of the human race.”  - HG Wells 
  
He arrives like a lightning bolt. Bam! He’s right beside me. Note to self: better reset my notions of ‘now’, ‘in a minute’ and ‘pretty fast’. 
  
Austin Horse – ‘the world’s fastest bike courier’ – does time differently from you and me. His sense of how long things take is compressed, heightened, intensified. He lives life on permanent fast-forward. Two, maybe three, minutes ago we had spoken to fix a meeting point. “I’ll be with you real soon,” he closed, from an unspecified nearby New York spot where he’d just completed his latest delivery. Enough time, I figure, to buy and drink a coffee. 
  
Buy, yes; drink, no. By the time I’d purchased said beverage and walked outside NYC’s Grand Central Station, to meet beneath the Park Avenue overpass, Austin has arrived, skidding to a perfectly positioned halt a couple of feet from my feet. He hops off gracefully, unclipping his clip-in shoes and trotting the last couple of steps towards me in a single fluid movement. 
  
He looks the part in such an unshowily cool way it’s hard to stifle a smile: a workhorse street-beaten fixed-gear bike; courier trousers (‘pants’), that look like regular jeans, but with threads of stretchy Lycra interlaced and a reflective strip inside the turn-up; a discreet black cycling cap and, of course, a massive bag, containing who knows what, strapped to his shoulders. The kit’s all there and it’s all pukka stuff – but if you didn’t know what you were looking for, you’d miss it. 
  
He’s no Lycra-Nazi ‘roadie’, but a street-hip road warrior, prepared for pretty much anything this endlessly exciting metropolis can throw at him. In square-rimmed black Ray-Bans, there’s a whiff of Clark Kent to his style and he’s a twist of nervy energy, with a quick smile, handshake and a glint in the eye that’s always saying, “C’mon, let’s go.” 
Full article at (pg 52) http://issuu.com/redbulletin.com/docs/1010_redbulletin_nz?mode=a_p 
  


  
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