Native speak
Have you seen the Colorado Tourism Office's new campaign -- just in time for the DNC, y'all -- called "Let's Talk Colorado?"
Now, I'm a native, born and raised in Colorado, third-generation, both sides of the family, and I don't say things like "She's a peak-bagger" or "I've got a case of the grindies in my drivetrain," nor have I ever heard anyone use those phrases.
And I own a road bike but I've never called my helmet a "Brain bucket," I've never heard of a "rattler cake" (Colorado's version of a crab cake, apparently, made with rattlesnake... that sounds kind of Texas to me), nor have I ever heard anyone utter the words "Hold on to the chicken line." And I met my husband on a white water rafting trip.
I have heard of a singletrack ("Dude! It's a narrow biking trail just wide enough for one cyclist!") back in my college days in Boulder, which was a pretty long time ago. But really, enough with the Rocky Mountain Oysters. The Fort is the only place that serves them.
So I wondered where on earth this Colorado glossary came from, and found out: it's a $19 million campaign conceived by MMG Worldwide, who has a small branch office in Fort Collins, but is headquartered in... Kansas City.
Glad my tax dollars are being spent on this embarrassing campaign.
I've lived in Colorado since the age of ten and I, too, haven't heard of any of those things, except for singletrack and a brain bucket. Good lord.