60 League Of Legends Puns That Are Legendary
I’ve been playing League since season 3, and at this point my brain is just permanently broken.
Bikes are the funniest vehicles and I will die on this hill. Cars have puns too, sure, but bikes have spokes, chains, pedals, forks, frames, they’re basically built to be wordplay machines. I’ve been collecting these for way too long and my notes app looks unhinged. Here’s the damage.
I’m a spokes-person for cycling.
Yeah, you saw that coming. Everyone sees it coming. It’s still perfect. I don’t care. This is the “Hello, World!” of bike puns and I will not apologize for leading with it.
I’m so tired of these bike puns. My friend said the same thing and I told her she needed to re-tire. She said I was flat-out annoying.
Three puns for the price of one. You’re welcome. Or I’m sorry. Depends on your tolerance.
Why can’t a bicycle stand on its own? Because it’s two-tired.
This is the oldest bike joke on the planet and I genuinely don’t know if it counts as a pun or a dad joke or both. Including it because omitting it would feel criminal.
My bike spoke to me. It said “let’s ride.”
This one goes hard actually. I’d put this on a jersey. I’d get this tattooed somewhere regrettable.
What’s the big wheel?
(Say it out loud. There it is.)
Don’t be a cycle-path!
Any of these work as a caption with zero context and that’s the mark of a good bike pun. Low effort, high reward. The way life should be.
I told my coworker I was gonna bike to work and she asked if I was nervous about traffic. I said nah, I can handle it. She didn’t get it. I pointed at my handlebars. She still didn’t get it. Some people.
Why did the cyclist bring a map to the bar? Because they kept going in cycles.
This one’s for the mechanics: my bike’s frame of reference is always two wheels and a prayer.
Frame. Of reference. The frame IS the reference. I’m genuinely proud of this one and nobody irl laughed when I said it, so you’re getting it here instead.
Pedal to the medal. 🥇
Send this to your friend who just finished a century ride. They’ll either love you or block you.
I just want to say that the word “bicycle” itself is already kinda funny. Bi-cycle. Two-circle. We just accepted this. English is wild. Anyway.
I’m wheeling and dealing out here.
My friend asked me to describe my new gravel bike and I said it’s un-fork-gettable.
If you don’t know bikes: the fork is the part that holds the front wheel. If you DO know bikes, you already groaned. Either way I win. This is the hill I die on (probably literally, on a gravel descent, with a sketchy fork).
“How do you wheel today?”
“Kinda flat, honestly.”
“Sounds like you need to get pumped.”
Three-pun dialogue. That’s efficiency.
I’m a true pedal-pusher.
Why did the track cyclist refuse to leave the banking? They were afraid of going off on a tangent.
This one’s niche. If you’ve ridden a velodrome you get it. If you haven’t, just trust me that the geometry is doing heavy lifting here. Banking angles, tangent lines, it’s a whole thing. I took a track cycling class once and spent more time confused about physics than actually pedaling.
Let’s cycle through these problems.
Don’t get your chain in a twist!
Why did the bicycle go to school? To improve its balance.
Terrible. I know. Moving on.
I told my partner I needed more space and they bought me a wider saddle. Honestly? Problem solved.
My shifting has really gone off the rails. Or should I say, off the derailleur.
For non-cyclists: the derailleur is the mechanism that moves your chain between gears. The word literally comes from the French “dérailler” meaning “to derail.” So this pun is actually etymologically justified and I feel very fancy about it. This might be the most sophisticated thing I’ve ever written on this blog, which is both an achievement and deeply sad.
This climb is an uphill battle. And then it’s all downhill from here.
Two clichés, one ride. Beautiful.
I’m pumped for this ride!
Ring the bell, don’t yell!
(Passive-aggressive bike path energy. We’ve all been there.)
To err is human. To air up your tires is divine.
This is a stretch and I know it’s a stretch. The “err/air” swap is doing like 40% of the work and vibes are doing the other 60%. Sue me.
My brakes broke. Now I’m broke.
What do you call a cyclist who never stops talking about their bike? A cycle-path with an obsession.
I’m a big fan of chain reactions.
Why do so many bike shops have pun names? There’s one near me literally called “Cycle-therapy” and another called “Spoke-n Word.” The bike-to-pun pipeline is REAL and I think it’s because cycling attracts a very specific type of corny person. I am that person. You’re reading this blog, so you might be too.
“I need a new bike,” I told the shop owner.
“What’s your budget?”
“I don’t want to spend a lot.”
“So you want a bargain cycle?”
“No, a bicycle. I already said that.”
My rear cassette is worn out, which I guess makes it a classic, just like an actual cassette tape, nobody appreciates it until it’s gone.
If you know what a cassette is in cycling terms (the cluster of cogs on your rear wheel), this hits different. If you don’t, it’s just a mediocre nostalgia joke. I’m comfortable with that range.
Spoke-tacular.
That’s it. That’s the pun. One word. It works or it doesn’t. (It works.)
Life is like riding a bicycle, to keep your balance, you must keep moving.
Einstein said this. EINSTEIN. Even geniuses can’t resist a bike metaphor.
Why did the cyclist get a ticket? They couldn’t stop running through the cycle.
This one’s bad. Genuinely bad. I’m leaving it in because I already typed it and the delete key is far away.
My bike is my main squeeze, and I mean that literally, because if I don’t squeeze the brakes on this hill I’m going to die.
Just trying to get a-head. 🪖
(Helmet joke. Wear your helmets, people.)
What do you call a bicycle built for a ghost? A boo-cycle.
For kids’ birthday parties only. I apologize for nothing.
This ride is a real chain-ge of pace.
My fixed-gear bike has no brakes. I guess you could say I have no way to stop this lifestyle.
Fixie riders are a different breed and they know it. This one’s for you, guy-riding-brakeless-through-downtown-traffic-in-cutoff-jeans. Godspeed.
I’m not just riding, I’m making a crank call.
(The crank is the arm that connects your pedal to the bottom bracket. I realize explaining the anatomy makes the pun less funny but I can’t help myself.)
That unicycle is quite unique-le.
Ngl this one barely qualifies. I’m padding. You caught me.
Don’t knock it till you try-cycle it.
Just got dropped on a group ride and I’ve never felt more single-speed in my life.
If you’ve ever been the slowest person on a group ride, this one HURTS. Getting dropped is cycling’s version of being left on read. The shame is real and it fuels me.
What did the mountain bike say to the road bike? “You wouldn’t last a day in my shoes.” The road bike said, “You don’t have shoes. You have tires.” And then they both fell over because nobody was riding them.
Anti-joke? Meta-joke? I don’t know what this is anymore.
We’re still going. My fingers hurt. The puns don’t stop. Much like a cyclist on a long ride, you just kinda dissociate and keep pedaling.
I’m a true cycle-brity.
My bottom bracket is making weird noises. Story of my life, things I don’t fully understand keep creaking and I just ignore them until something falls off.
The bottom bracket is arguably the most mysterious part of a bike. Mechanics charge you $80 to look at it and go “hmm.” That’s it. That’s the service.
Why did the tandem cyclists break up? They weren’t on the same chain ring.
We’re part of the tandem fandom.
Wanna hang out? I’m free-wheeling this weekend 🚲
I keep telling people cycling is the best exercise and they keep not listening. I guess I’m just spinning my wheels.
OKAY. This one. This is maybe my favorite in the whole list. It works on three levels, spinning class, literal wheels spinning, and the idiom. Triple threat. I’m framing this.
My bike is the belle of the ball. Because of the bell. On my bike. Which rings.
I shouldn’t have to explain it but the delivery was falling apart so I panicked.
Idk who needs to hear this but your cadence puns need better cadence.
(Cadence = how fast you spin the pedals. Also = the rhythm of speech. I’m very clever and also very tired.)
I asked my bike what kind of valve it preferred and it said “I don’t want to get into a Presta-gious argument.”
This is for approximately 11 people who care about valve types. If you’re one of them, hello, I see you, you matter. If you’re not, Presta valves are the skinny ones on fancier bikes and Schrader valves are the ones on your car. Now you know, and knowing is half the battle.
I hope this bike journey doesn’t end on a gurney.
Dark! But statistically not wrong!
This comfortable seat is a real treat.
(Said no one who’s ever ridden more than 50 miles on a stock saddle.)
I tried to write a song about my bike but I could only manage two chords. Guess it was a bi-cycle.
…I’m not gonna defend this one.
My carbon fiber frame is so light it practically has zero mass appeal.
What do you call a bike that’s gone to college? Well-spoken.
Just got a new bike and I’m already attached. Hub-sessed, really.
The hub is the center of the wheel. This pun is the center of nothing but I’m keeping it.
I’ve been cycling through all these puns and honestly my brain is coasting at this point. The gears are grinding. The chain is slipping. But much like a bike ride in a headwind, you just keep going because turning around feels worse than finishing.
My bike is my main mode of trans-pedal-tation.
Forced? Absolutely. Functional? Barely. Am I including it? You already read it so yes.
What did the derailleur say to the chain? “I think we should see other cogs.”
Anyway. I’m gonna go ride my bike now and pretend I didn’t just spend three hours writing puns about it. If you need me I’ll be somewhere between “this is fun” and “why do my legs hurt,” which is basically the entire cycling experience in one sentence.
Keep the rubber side down. 🚲
I’ve been playing League since season 3, and at this point my brain is just permanently broken.
Meme culture has basically replaced half of human communication at this point, and I’m not even mad about it.
Video games have been stealing my free time since I was old enough to hold a controller wrong, and honestly I don’t want any of those hours back.
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