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Spandex and Sympathy: The Gentle Ride to Nowhere

A satirical take on a veteran cycling event that's more about performative patriotism than punk ethos.

Merrick “Renegade” Cruz

By Merrick “Renegade” Cruz

Published May 5, 2026 at 7:27pm


Oh great, another flock of corporate-sponsored cyclists clogging up the streets of Austin, this time draped in the sacred cloak of 'supporting veterans.' Don't get me wrong—I've got nothing against vets. Some of the best pit crews I've seen were vets who knew how to handle chaos. But this? This is just another excuse for a bunch of spandex-clad, Lyra-worshipping road-hogs to feel good about themselves while gentrifying our bike lanes.

Let's break this down. Thirty-nine participants riding 50 to 80 miles a day? That's not therapy—that's a slow-motion parade sponsored by the nonprofit industrial complex. They stopped at the Texas Capitol and the LBJ Library, probably to remind themselves how much bureaucracy they're pedaling away from. I bet they didn't even spray-paint anarchy symbols on the statues. What a wasted opportunity.

And the gear! Recumbent trikes? Fist-bumps? Laughs? This isn't hardcore rehabilitation; it's a feel-good rom-com on wheels. Where's the grit? The blood, sweat, and tears that real punk rehab involves—like fixing a busted amp with duct tape at 3 a.m. before a show. These folks are out here acting like a six-day ride is some heroic feat. Try touring in a van with no AC and a drummer who forgets his sticks—that's endurance.

Plus, they're riding through Austin, a city where rent is so high even the rats are forming tenants' unions. Instead of raising money for punk houses threatened by gentrification (shameless plug: come to our benefit show next week!), they're probably just driving up property values with their wholesome vibes. Next thing you know, some developer will turn the LBJ Library into a luxury condo complex with a bike-share station out front. Thanks, heroes.

Seriously, though—if you want to support veterans, maybe advocate for better healthcare and housing instead of organizing a glorified spin class. Or better yet, join a DIY bike collective that actually challenges the system instead of polishing its handlebars. Ride on, I guess—just watch out for the potholes capitalism left behind.