The Joys of Muzak

   I first heard Pat Metheny at Lulu's house, at a high school upperclassmen party where I felt very uncomfortable, being younger (and geekier) than everyone there.  In a dark enclosed porch area off the living room where her family's stereo was kept, Lulu put the first side of the first disc of Travels on the turntable, and left to go hang out with her friends in the kitchen.  I stayed in that dark room by myself, for the rest of the evening, mesmerized.
   By now, I had heard some pretty weird and exciting music, courtesy of MTV and a few cool friends, but this was the first time I had ever heard jazz.  Not swing jazz, not showy dance tunes from the forties, but jazz.  Heart-wrenching, sing to the moon, offer-up-your-very-existence jazz.  This is where you might laugh, which is fine.  A lot of people consider Pat Metheny to be just a hair short of Muzak, jazz lite, crowd-pleasing crap.  I'll admit that I'm a little embarrassed every time I hear him on a jazz station.  But I'm also excited and happy at the same time, for very personal reasons.
   It makes perfect sense to me that my introduction to jazz wasn't from Miles, or Coltrane, or Mingus, or Billy Holiday, or from any of the cool artists, the artists who actually coined the term, "cool".  My portal into the real was opened by some geeky white guy playing a guitar through a synthesizer, on a recording of his tour through places like Sacramento, and Hartford, Connecticut.  I hadn't yet learned that the most special places are often offered up to us by the unlikeliest of characters, and therefore I hadn't yet learned to ignore what was right before me.  This might sound contradictory, but it isn't.  Sometimes you have to learn to be fooled in order to be "unfooled".  This hadn't happened to me yet, but as I listened to the music that night, I suspected that some other things had.
   The mastery, the centeredness, the sipping at euphoria slowly, savoring it like the rare and precious thing that it was - how could I have these things?  Where could I get them?  How could I get to the here and now, instead of being caught between a thousand chaotic worlds, where every morning I woke up feeling like I had fought a battle whose purpose was intentionally being withheld from me?  My deepest suspicion surfaced - that I was being slowly murdered.  That I possessed a powerful wellspring of energy that everyone else got to use but which I was not allowed to touch, and that once I was sucked dry, no one would give a shit.  And if I was lucky, I could dare to sip from my own fountain before that happened.  Let's just say the Fountain of Youth wasn't yet a metaphor, in my mind. 
   The word "travels" suddenly had more significance to me; yes, I could go!  I could put my feet on a road away from my psychotic mother, my spineless father, my wonderful friends who humored me but didn't understand, this insular, rigid town.  I could move and move and move - in fact, I have been moving all along!  Pat Metheny, my savior!  (And yes, I also confused the doorman with the door - I'm still pretty slow in that regard.)  I walked out of Lulu's house that night into a cool, clear starry world, with a secret discovery, and plans.  And we all know how plans turn out.

Abundance

  First of all, I am going to apologize right away for not having any photos.  Remember what I said about the Carol Burnett/catastrophe thing when I eat on a bike?  Well, it's even worse when I try to take photos on a bike.  I could either be describing the amazing photo I took just before the crash that broke my phone (and my head), or I could be describing all of those picture-perfect moments that eluded digital documenting while I stayed upright and in awe of my good fortune.  We'll go with the latter.
  It has been a good long while since I added anything here - I forgot what happens when there is actual bike riding going on!  As Henry Rollins said (or yelled, while flexing), "Don't talk about it!  Do it!"  Well, I've been doing it! (not it, but "it" - you know what I mean!)  When Spring finally hits in Buffalo, there is an abundance - an abundance of flowers in the many gardens, an abundance of bands all playing on the same night, an abundance of cookouts (food!), and this year, I believe, there's an Abundance of Kick-Ass Ladies on Bikes.  May is National Bike Month, so women, men, children, marmots, insect colonies - they're all out there on bikes, in force.  But I'm noticing (and I'm not just wearing rose-colored Oakleys) here in Buffalo that this year the women are on their bicycles and they're excited about it, big time.
  Last Sunday, May 11, was Cyclofemme, an international event honoring women and the joy of riding a bicycle.  Here in Buffalo, there were at least two "official" Cyclofemme rides held that day - one by GoBike Buffalo, and the other by The Bike Shop in East Aurora.  I use "official" in quotes, because anyone riding that day was celebrating the event as far as I'm concerned!  Having recently discovered The Bike Shop and its awesome all-women group rides, I joined their ride that day.  And I have to say, there were some eye-popping moments.  Besides experiencing a heart-stopping half- second of the dreaded wobble, I was thunderstruck at some point by the uniqueness of this ride.  The magnitude of this hit me when I fell back from the group for a while, to check on a few riders behind.  After I saw all was well behind me, I watched this pack of, well, cyclists up ahead, just flowing along a country road, and I thought, "They're all women!" (it takes me a while to catch on, sometimes) I realized at that moment that this was only the second ride I had ever been on that was all-female (the first one being the women's ride sponsored by The Bike Shop just the week before), and definitely the first ride where I was with fourteen other women!  I'm still feeling the impact of this on my brain, and the implications - that this rare, surreal event might not be so rare or unusual pretty soon.  And Hooray! for that.  A fellow rider that day, Alexis David, had some mind explosions herself, it seems.  Here is her account of the day.  I think everyone on that ride said the word, "amazing" at least once.
  Still flying high on the Cyclofemme ride, I rammed right on in to a back-to-back 5K race (Greek Fest 5K) and 62.5 mile cycling event (Hospice Gran Fondo).  Why did I think this was a good idea when I really wasn't in shape for it?  Oh yeah, souvlaki.  And wine.  The Hospice Gran Fondo is new this year, and went very smoothly, except for some cars getting stuck in muddy ruts in the field where we parked.  Since my car is made of styrofoam and Chinese newspapers, it wasn't heavy enough to get mired, and bounced jauntily along the hillocks into its parking spot.  "Jaunty" is not the word I would use to describe the bike ride part, however.  The course was beautiful; winding around wine country in Niagara County, and almost completely flat.  It was, by far, the easiest bicycle course I've ever been on.  Yet by mile 50, there was Excessive Whining.  My hip flexors and quads were alternating between uselessly leaden and blowtorch-braised, like filets. Luckily, I had a friend who was eager to join in the crying game, so we whinged and moaned our way ("Not another incline! Auuugghh!" Yes, you read that correctly - "incline".) the last 12 miles to Chateau Niagara Winery for lots of food and about a zillion different wines. Oh, sweetness!
  So the next day I was massaged with hot oil by lithe and attentive servants, who also fed me pizza when I snapped my fingers.....Nah, I went on a bike ride.

Interview With a Blogger #2

   This is getting pretty fun!  And I feel so "professional", even though "professional" is hardly a real condition in my little world of blogging about cycling and non-cycling topics.  This time around, we have Sam B., the London, ON co-founder/co-author of the blog, Fit, Feminist, and (almost) Fifty offering up her take on life as an active, thinking woman approaching fifty.  Her in-depth blog tackles topics centering around this, and so much more - guest writers appear regularly, covering anything from women in weight lifting to philosophical and feminist thought as they pertain to fitness and body image.  Sam also maintains an active facebook page, Fit is a Feminist Issue, where she posts so many incredible links I can't keep up with them all!  I urge anyone seeing this for the first time to check out both her blog and facebook page.  So....here we go!

Detournement: By your own description, your blog came to be when you and Tracy set a goal to be the fittest you've ever been by the time you turn 50.  As that date approaches for both of you this late summer and fall, how do you feel about your fitness?

Sam B: I’m a more well-rounded person that I was at other life stages. There were times when I was a faster runner and there were times when I was a faster cyclist but in those times that one thing was all that I did. I’m stronger now, more resilient. I’m loving CrossFit and my martial arts training in addition to cycling and running. I spent a season rowing and loved that too. I feel more ready to take on new things. It’s harder to measure fitness when you’re doing lots of things but I’m okay with that too.

D: Was fitness and health always a concern and/or part of your lifestyle, or did they develop into a routine as you got older?

 

SB: I regret very much that I didn’t discover athletic me until adulthood. Growing up in the 70s it seemed you could be smart or sporty but not both. I was an avid reader and I excelled in school and didn’t give sports a second thought. (See http://fitisafeministissue.com/2012/11/02/indoor-soccer-team-sports-and-childhood-regrets/.) Of course, come teen years and early adulthood there were many years of dieting and trying to be a certain size Once I gave that up I decided that if I was going to be bigger than average I was going to be fitter and stronger too. I started running in the years around my 40^th birthday, cycling shortly after that and so it began!

D: Were you blogging before you started this particular blog? 

 

SB: Yes, I blog with The Feminist Philosophers Blog, http://feministphilosophers.wordpress.com/ and other places too. A complete list is at http://samjaneb.tumblr.com/blogs.

Here’s a sample blog post not about fitness! http://peasoup.typepad.com/peasoup/2009/08/performance-evaluations-in-an-entrepreneurial-work-culture.html

D: What led you to start receiving contributions from other writers to your blog, and was it your intention from the beginning?

 

SB: Well, at first we thought it would just be us but then friends started suggesting ideas, we’ve developed a strong community of readers on which we can draw, and it turns out we’re not alone. There are lots of women who identify as feminists thinking about fitness and how it fits into their lives. We typically know the people who guest post for us—either through the academic world or through the blog—and we have one or two guest posts a week. I love our guest posts!

D: Do you think you are reaching your intended target audience?  Is there a target audience?

 

SB: Yes and no. We reach lots of academics and fitness oriented people but I’d like to reach more into the community of women who aren’t quite there yet either in terms of feminism or fitness and help them find a way in.

D: Do you feel your pursuit of and education about fitness has changed your feminist perspective at all?  How about your philosophical perspective(s)?

 

SB: Well, as we say on the blog “But we’re also feminists and philosophers, so we want to ask: what does it mean to be fit? What are appropriate measures for the goal? And, from a feminist perspective, in what way(s) does women’s quest for fitness and health contribute to empowerment and/or oppression.”

Sometimes it might mean we over think things! But hey, that’s what we do.

D: Cycling, of course, is what drew me to your blog, but you engage in so many more physical activities.  Could you list a few (or all!) and explain their importance for you?

 

SB: In terms of cycling, I’m a road cyclist first and foremost though I also own a cyclocross bike, a mountain bike, a track bike, and a fixed gear commuting bike.

But I also love Aikido, which is a very beautiful martial art. I’m training for my 4^th kyu test (so I’m a middle rank). I love it for self defense reasons. I love the community. And there is something very empowering about spending an evening throwing large men around in the dojo. I say that in a joking tone but I’m serious about the empowerment part. I’m more comfortable with my size and strength and how my body moves. The practise of Aikido has changed the way I am in the world both on and off the mat.

I started CrossFit a couple of years ago in the cycling off season and I love the intensity. I’ve always lifted weights but it can be lonely as a woman in the weight room. At CrossFit there are lots of women and many of them are stronger than me. I love that. I also like the variety. There’s something new almost everyday and I really think there is something right about the functional fitness idea.

Oh, and I play soccer recreationally. But that’s mostly for fun, with friends from my neighbourhood.

D: Which type of exercise/training is your favorite, and would you consider it to be the most fun out of all of them?

 

SB: Cycling! There is something about going fast on my bike that makes me smile. I feel like a little kid again. Whee!

D: Have you faced any serious challenges and/or setbacks on the way to your goal, and if so, how did you overcome them/it?

 

SB: Oh, stress fractures a few years back. Too much running, too soon. And the hard part was that they took me out of all physical activity for 6-8 weeks each time. The downside of seeing a sports medicine doctor is that they know too much about what we do. I asked if I could ride my bike and he said, “Yes, but no big gears, no hills, no sprinting, and if you can’t do that stay off the bike.”

D: What advice would you give to another woman having a similar setback?

 

SB: Build slowly!

D: What fitness products/gear have you discovered you really like to use, and what ones have you gotten rid of, if any?

 

SB: I’m a big fan of heart rate monitors and bike computers. Love my Garmin.

D: This might come off as silly, but do you think there is a different perception of exercise/fitness in Canada than in the US, or do you think both countries are roughly the same in this regard?

 

SB: First, Americans tend to be either into things in an over the top way or not into them at all. I notice that the US is the land of the super fit and the land of people who don’t exercise at all. It’s very much a “go big or stay home” kind of place. There’s less room for the person who wants a little bit of everyday exercise.

 

Second, the biggest difference isn’t between Canada and the US but between Canada and the US, on the one hand, and Australia and NZ, on the other. The latter have a much more participatory sports culture. There are more Masters athletes and more club level racing. Racing isn’t just for the elite cyclists there.

 

D: I was wondering if you could elaborate on the last one, which I found really intriguing and others might, too.  Have you had first-hand experience of the sports culture in that part of Oceania?  Is it a part of your research interest?  Do you think feminism plays a role in NZ and AUS' more inclusionary behavior in sports?

 

SB: I've done visiting academic gigs in Australia and New Zealand. I was a Visiting Faculty Fellow, Social and Political Theory, Research School of Social Sciences, The Australian National University, September-December 2011, 2007-2008. From Sept to Dec 2011 I was a Visiting Faculty Fellow in Philosophy, RSSS, The Australian National University in Canberra, Australia. From Jan-June 2012 I was a Taylor Fellow in Philosophy and a Visiting Fellow in Bioethics at the University of Otago in Dunedin, New Zealand.

In Australia, at ANU, I met up with the Vikings, http://vikingscycling.org.au/home/ and did their Novice program and then later rode with their women's group, the Valkyries. I raced time trials, road races, and crits and generally had a blast. The racing culture there was very inclusive. For example, for crits they had Women's A, B, and C grades whereas here we often just have Men's A and B and women race with Men's B. There were lots of Masters women and young women too.

In Dunedin, New Zealand (land of crazy big hills!) I hooked up with Women on Wheels, a track cycling group, http://www.cyclingotago.co.nz/customdata/index.cfm?fuseaction=display_text_listing&CategoryID=12690&itemLayout=2&headerselector=3&OrgID=6359. Again, there were loads of opportunities to race and to train that we just don't have here.

Why the difference? The culture generally in both Australia and New Zealand seemed much more active, sporty, and outdoorsy. Racing seemed like a normal part of life, no matter what your sport. 

 

 

Aaaaand.....I don't really know how to end these things.  Mainly because I don't really want them to end!  I feel the discussion could keep going and going and going....Well, that is sort of the intention, isn't it?  

Please feel free to check out any and all links that Sam provided in this interview, and let's keep going!  

An Interview!

   Several weeks have gone by since the last post; weeks full of grown-up responsibilities (boo), a stress meltdown here and there (boo), bike rides in non-arctic temperatures (yay!), and a blogger interview swap between the author of Life on Two Wheels, Josie Smith, and myself (big yay!).  My goal was/is to find out more about the women out there who are riding bikes and blogging about it, and sharing this info with the five people who read my own blog (shhhhh!).
   Josie Smith entered the world of bicycling with heart and soul in 2012, and being a pretty darn good writer, has been blogging extensively about her experiences, and the experiences of others via interviews.  Besides Life on Two Wheels, she also contributes bicycle-related articles to Imagine Northeast Iowa, and to the blog page of her fabulous local bike shop, Decorah Bicycles, as well as a number of other blogs.  Can you say, "productive"?  She also answered all of my questions in record time, so without any more blathering on my part, here is her awesome interview:

What led up to 2012 being the Year of the Bicycle for you?
I woke up on a Monday morning and felt sick of myself and the fact I drove to work and it was a measly 3 or so blocks away. I didn't realize I had exercise induced asthma, so when allergy season started to get bad I'd find it difficult to walk to work without an attack-hence the driving. I was also in an unhealthy marriage that was going nowhere. I was off of antidepressants and feeling stuck, lethargic, and trapped; I wanted to reclaim myself and apparently a bike could do that.
I text a co-worker/friend and informed him of my decision and that I requested his assistance since he was a. a year-round commuter, b. a bike lover, and c. the one who had pushed me for 2 1/2 years to get a damn bike. I told him I would have a bike by the end of the week, to which he played reverse psychology on me and said "I bet not." Well, we stopped at Decorah Bicycles and found a used bike I felt comfortable on-long story short I found I really enjoyed biking.
I'm also allergic to exercise...so I hate working out and will not go to gyms. For me a fitness activity must not, under any circumstances, feel like "work" and that isn't to say it doesn't require effort-but it must be enjoyable when effort is given.
I started riding the paved trail that is built in Decorah-Trout Run Trail and found myself enjoying this special "me" time. This morning bike ride also proved to be very therapeutic for me. I was under an enormous amount of stress over my life and the things going on in it. My marriage was straining me in multiple ways and I was having a lot of scattered energy. Biking honestly helped keep me off of anti-depressants and it also helped me come to terms on my own time, that I had to make life changes in order to be happy: divorce was something I had to consider. I biked my way through divorce, it helped me keep my sanity, and it also helped me find love too.

What inspired you to start blogging?
I've always been a talker and apparently a good writer...I actually had a blog I kept awhile back that was based on my cat(s). It was also an outlet for my depression and eventual divorce from my husband. I actually find that I write a lot better than I speak, most times because I actually have time to form the sentences that I want to use. I guess you can consider it the sort of "stage fright" and I'm also nervous over speaking up/out or expressing my opinion due to low self-confidence. However, when I write I don't care. Writing for me is a very freeing sort of communication.

What inspired you to start an interview series on your blog?

Originally my blog was to be a personal blog for my bike riding experiences that I felt I couldn't write up something "blog worthy" for another site (Imagine Northeast Iowa...pen name-JosieLeah)
I for one, get intrigued about the lives of others; especially when pertaining to bikes/bike riding/adventures. I was told by a friend last year that I had inspired her to start commuting in the winter. She figured if I could do it-she could too! This was all because I talked about it, Facebooked, and blogged; I guess I figured if I could inspire someone others could too.
I'm not talented or well-versed in all aspects of the bike riding world. I would say I'm commuter first, paved riding second, snow biking third, and mountain biking fourth. I'm still getting my feet wet! I wanted to interview all sorts of different women (and men) who are well-versed in many different areas: professional, road, mountain, and commuter...to give something that everyone can relate to and find inspirational.

As a female bike rider, what would you like to see happen?

I would like to see more women to start saying "Let's do this!" or "I can do this!" instead of saying "can't" because that word just stops you from even attempting. I kept myself off a bike for more years than necessary and it was all do to the "I can't" and I feel frustrated by that. Commuting is sometimes scary, but so is walking in the street. I've found commuting during the winter months more comfortable than driving!
Riding fatbikes up in the pine trails of a local park was very liberating and not scary at all; mountain biking still makes me nervous, but I sure as heck want to give it a winning try. I realize I may never be an adept mountain biker but if I can manage on some of the less technical trails then I'll be sure to have fun out there. So often we are our own setbacks and this is something that I worry is more predominant in females than males-biking in any shape or form can be a very liberating and freeing experience and we shouldn't tell ourselves that we can't do it. I think of more of us develop a can-do attitude the more bike companies and bike shops will take notice-which means more female based product as well as people taking the time to find out what we really want in terms of color and gear. (If persons chose to wear "gear")

What kind of riding do you like the most, and is this the type you engage in most often?

Hmmm...good question! The riding I do typically the most is commute to work. The second most common riding I do is paved trail riding (which I hope to incorporate more paved surfaces in the future, however I would like to do that with a riding partner vs. go alone. I will be honest, the idea of road riding by myself doesn't sit well.) I really enjoy the Trout Run Trail and think it's a great addition to the community of Decorah. I like how I feel on the paved surface when I go down the switchbacks, it feels really awesome! The curve and swerve into the corners are intoxicating to me. I'm finding that I'm enjoying hill climbs a bit more with being clipped in; strong and powerful come into my mind.
I really loved fatbiking in the snow this year and feel strongly it's something everyone (and woman) should try! Fatbikes really are fun and they give you more ability to get from point a. to point b. in the snow. I feel that if people try fatbikes out, they will be more liable to try mountain biking (you can mountain bike on a fatbike if you are really nervous about roots and things.)
I have this deep-seeded desire to be a better mountain biker because I really do love being outside in the wooded areas. It reminds me of my dad's home and I always enjoyed walking in the woods. Plus, few women in Decorah actually mountain bike so I figure if I got out there, maybe some of them would want to give it a go.

It appears you name your bikes. What are the stories behind the names?
Sir Richard the Ironhearted is my trusty first and undoubtedly most homely bike I own. He is not ridden much anymore (but will be utilized for getting groceries this year) He was the one who "started it all" and actually brought Travis and I together. He's very heavy and a very bland colored bike, but the first bike I bought myself. Richard is named after my uncle Rick whom I love dearly, and who also names his cars fun and clever names.
Captn' Johnny is my Specialized Vita Elite, the second bike I bought myself and my regular paved trail riding bike. I realized soon after I started riding regularly that I wanted to go fast! Johnny has been upgraded a bit this year so he's a bit closer to a road bike than not-and I'm also riding clipless on him as well. In the winter he's set up on my stationary trainer, thinking of those warmer spring days while we pedal nowhere. I really love the Pirates of the Caribbean movies....(hinthint)
Nikita is my first custom built Surly Karate Monkey, otherwise known as my bicycle engagement ring (per Travis). She's swanky, decked in some rare Chris King bling, and has parts that probably do not really *need* to be on her. She's mainly used for gravel and paved trail riding (road).
Athena you could say, is Nikita's little sister. She's my second custom Surly Karate Monkey that has some hand-me-downs from one of Travis' bikes. She's my regular go-to commuter bike as well as for paved riding. She's my first "sexy" bike and I felt her name should signify that...plus I was watching the original La Femme Nikita series on dvd....heh heh.

Bruno is my custom built/panted Surly Krampus whom is my mountain bike used ironically for mountain biking :) (The Karate Monkey bikes are also mountain bikes, but not used for that purpose) he's big, bad, and totally rad! I have to remind everyone that when one talks of fatbikes, the Krampus is not a fatbike and will not act as one. I named him Bruno after my dad's dog that was around when I was little...I figured he should have a strong, protective name.

Freya is my future mountain bike, a Trek Cali Carbon SLX-she's still a work in progress and will be ridden once I'm a bit more seasoned on some of the trails. I'll be honest, her name might change once she's more complete and I ride her.

Lastly is Bettie Page, a Specialized Ruby Elite Compact EQ.....a mouthful. She is my first official and true road bike. She has a doozy of a neat chain, is super sexy, and is totally "me" when it comes to color. (I like black and blue bikes, apparently). She's also a work in progress, but will be done by the time I'm to ride my first century ride this year. I feel it's a classy, sharp, and beautiful bike.

I have a lot of bikes but you can blame Travis for that. The one I would say I had the most desire for would be Athena, a more nimble commuter bike that was more versatile than Richard. Travis feels because I've grown and love bike riding so much, he wants me to have similar experiences as he did with different kinds of bikes. If I end up disliking something or it's never used then it will likely find a new home. I guess it's all part of the experience, eh? I can't lie, when he showed me the road bike he had gotten in for the store, I will admit that I did really like the look of it. However, that bike was a size too large for me so I tried to tell myself "I don't need this" however, I ended up getting the opportunity regardless.

Do you look at your life any differently now that you ride, than you did before you became interested in cycling?
My life is pretty different now, for sure! I am not sure I can say exactly how and why but I think it's because I proved myself wrong....that I could ride a bicycle. I am not a "super-pro" by any means, but I do believe I ride a bike fairly well. Being organically interested in bikes (not just because I'm in a relationship with an owner of a bike shop) allows me to relate to or meet new people with similar interests. I find bicycles fascinating and even more-how they have changed or provided fulfillment in the lives of others. The bicycle gave me confidence that I lacked, it opened many doors to me, and it also has provided me with opportunities to bring more purpose into my life.

Had you ever exercised or thought about fitness and/or health before you rode a bike?

Off and on I experimented with fitness type things. I mostly did my own exercise routine of crunches, push-ups, and squats. I hate running (and so do my legs/hips) so that was short-lived. I do not mind hiking but it ends up being me out and taking pictures more than anything. I'm not a fan of gyms or group fitness. The same year I bought my bike I had originally started doing a kickboxing routine on the Wii, however I wanted to incorporate something more into my life. Once I got the bike I actually stopped with the kickboxing, biking was much more entertaining to me than being inside.

Do you think about fitness and/or health now that you do ride a bike?
I have to be careful with being too obsessive about how fast I go or how long I can ride my bike. I had an eating disorder throughout the latter part of my high school years and a few years after graduation. The more stressed I am the more I start obsessing over something I can "control" and at times struggle with the concept of "earning" food. Overall I'm alright and manage to cope and work through this without too many emotional moments, Travis has been very good at being the level head and helping to keep my obsessive tendencies in check.
I focus on how good it makes me feel on a mental and emotional level, sure I might reward myself with a treat if I work extra hard, but I do not deprive myself. I ride my bike because I like how it makes me feel and because I enjoy it, the fitness aspect is second.

Do you feel you would have gotten as far as you have without the support of a local bike shop?
Probably not. Honestly, my relationship with Travis really did bring forth more opportunities for me than what I originally thought I'd experience. Before Travis and I officially entered into the relationship I was in the process of buying Capn' Johnny. I imagine what would've happened in the future had Travis and I not actually started seeing each other I would've bought a Surly Karate Monkey. I say this because I have a friend of mine who likes to go gravel riding, plus it is a mountain bike and we may have gone on some of the more "beginner" trails in town together (which there is a plan for that!) I'm sure I would've come to the conclusion I needed a slightly more versatile bike so I could do other kinds of riding with my friends. Capn' Johnny would not have been the last bike I would've purchased, no way. Would I have still commuted in the winter months? Yup. Perhaps not as well as I did with Travis' assistance with providing gear, tires, etc. however I still would've done it.

It's hard to say, but I'll say I would've been more set-back financially and probably would not have gotten as far as I have. However, I feel I would be enjoying my bike riding regardless, it's humbling and I greatly appreciate the opportunities and experiences I get to have. Equipment really can set you back-had I been braver and bought a 700 dollar bike my first time vs. spending around 150 on a used bike-I could've accelerated my growth.

Do you feel your town/city/State of Iowa supports bicycling, and is there room for improvements?

From the outside looking in, you would think Decorah would be very supportive of the internal bicycle community, however I feel it isn't the case. We have a fantastic paved trail that draws in a lot of tourism, and last year introduced bicycle stalls which are installed in a car-parking spot during the nicer months. This year one of the stalls which was put on Water St. was moved to a parking lot, which to me says a lot about our "bike friendliness" for local people.

Apparently a business complained of the bike stall taking up precious downtown parking (which being that bicycles are vehicles, we should have ample parking as well). With the stall moved to a parking lot, it's very much showing the "out of sight, out of mind" concept. A person I know posted pictures on Facebook-bikes parked all along the front of businesses on that block and no bikes at all in the bike stall.
Bike racks in the winter are barely cleared, I think most of the ones cleared were by people who used them-not the city who would be responsible for clearing them. The bike racks where I work were piled with snow-there isn't much acknowledgement of the year-round commuter nor enough who actually commute year-round for the city to care. (sad)

We had sharrows painted on our roads, but they are becoming worn away and barely noticeable. For sure they provided people with stuff to talk about, some nay-saying them and others approving. People do not seem to know what they mean! Also there is one painted bike lane on a street I do not even like driving on. I would not want to ride my bike on that street, especially when busy, because I do not feel confident people would actually pay enough attention to me. If it were a protected lane or painted with a bright color-then perhaps I'd change my tune.

We have a long ways to go before our local bike riders are accepted as much as tourists-I feel the latter hold more precedence because the city feels they bring in more money. 

 

 

Wasn't that great?  Be sure to check out Life on Two Wheels for Josie's own interview series. Ciao bella!

An Unnecessary Freezing of Water

  (I started this on Saturday, became overwhelmed with snow ennui, and had to go lay on the fainting couch.)
  One long winter years ago, I actually started to suffer from seasonal depression.  I was also dating a lunatic, so that might have had something to do with it as well.  Anyway, my solution was to try tanning, to get those life-affirming yet deadly UV rays - and it worked!  I felt a lot better, and I didn't even care that I looked ridiculous.  As I sit here watching out the window at the sleet falling, the sleet that will eventually turn into five inches of snow by morning, I'm considering tanning once again.  Fortunately or unfortunately, this time around the thought of middle-aged me knowingly entering a tanning salon is seriously holding me back.  So I'm wondering, will using a tanning product fool me into cheerfulness?  I was thinking of going with Kardashian Glow.

It's supposed to give me, "that glowy tan feeling", in the erudite words of Khloé.  It's supposed to give me big boobs, too.  I don't know...after months of brittle cold and feeling like I want to eat pounds of raw meat for the vitamin C, I'm afraid this is the only "Kardashian" you're going to meet if you run into me at this point.

(Her boobs are still bigger than mine.)

   The hammer blow of this recent weather development is particularly heavy because, 

1. All predictions up until 24 hours ago were pointing to It's Finally Going to Get Warm! and, 

2. My Ride for Roswell buddies and I were going to go on our first group ride since October.

Sunday, March 30

Well, I gave up yesterday, ate a lot of pasta, and hid under the covers.  This morning we woke up to this:

 

Before admitting defeat, however, I went for a ride yesterday before the sleet/snow started.  Just by myself - the group ride will have to wait, again.
   I decided to go over to Canada (everything's better in Canada) and ride on the Friendship Trail (see? they name trails after friends!), and see what's up.  Here is the start, below the Peace Bridge (I'm pretty sure Canada named that, too).

 

The trail was pretty clear for the next 2 miles, with some squishy spots, and then I left the trail to ride along Lakeshore Rd., which is what Canada builds along its lakefront instead of a thruway.

 

To be fair, there's a Lakeshore Rd. on the American side, too - it's just 20 miles south of Buffalo, in a place that isn't Buffalo.  

   This part of Lakeshore Rd. on the Canadian side, going SW, ends at the next trail head for the Friendship Trail near Waverly Beach.  Here is where the trail became impossible to ride on.

Under several feet of snow is another foot of sand that had blown in before the beach froze.

(frozen beach)

After some "portage", and with floppy, wet toe covers that looked like elf shoes, I chose to ride on an access road called Edgemere Rd., which runs parallel to the trail.  Every once in a while I'd pop onto the trail to see if it was clear,

and, nope.  Silly me had taken the studded tires off my bike already, it being March and all, otherwise this ice landscape would have been ride-able.  

Edgemere Rd. ended at someone's property, so clearly it was time to take a picture of my bike.

 This is the mountain bike for "getting around unpleasant obstacles", rather than for actual mountain biking.  Which is a good thing, because the bolt holding the rear derailleur to the frame disintegrated a month after I bought the bike (no, there was no salt on the roads at this point).  Ah, Specialized, why did I think you were a good idea?

   Heading back the way I came, I decided to take a picture of the "thing".

This has been under construction for months, and I never knew what it was until yesterday, when I interrupted a conversation between two men standing in front of it to inquire.  The fellow who looked the most knowledgeable began with, "Well, now, it's got three storeys, see...."  What I took away from this speech was, this was a house, and the owners were actually living in it already, in the back of the first floor, and there was a swimming pool on the second floor.  The third floor, with large glass doors "so they can go look at the lake after they get out of the pool", is apparently just for after-pool lake viewing.  Oh, and "for watching the dogs in the yard", which I realized three hours later was probably humor (or maybe it all was).  So now I know, and it's even weirder than I thought.  It still reminds me of making Star Wars stuff out of shoe boxes when I was a kid.

   More portaging, and more soggy elf shoes, and then it was over the bridge back home (I forgot to mention that I was scolded at the Canadian crossing for doing exactly as I had been instructed the last time I crossed, which seems to be a fun activity for Canadian customs agents, and is a regular occurrence - I guess not everything is better in Canada).

These instructions appeared last fall on both ends of the bridge.  No one walks their bike over, ever.

                    Just about the halfway point - there's a lot more "hill" on the way back over.

 The scary Niagara River (which wasn't too frightening this time), and good ol' Buffalo.

And then the "cage" at the end you get to stand in until someone lets you out.  So very welcoming we are, aren't we?

We get a bike rack, at least.

 After making sure he could see my ears really well, the American customs agent sent me on my way.  I don't want to know.

So this has been circulating the interwebs for a couple of weeks.  It's British, and it's cool.  It's also applicable to us here in the US, just without the words, "mum", or "velocipede".

Here is also something those fabulous Canadians are doing in Vancouver.  It would never fly here in Don't Tax Me Tea Party Land, but it's always nice to dream.

Also, to top off this ok blog post - I was reading a Team Estrogen forum thread about the ubiquitous topic of My Ass Hurts, and found out about this really interesting cycling apparel company in the Southwest.  They have a line of wool clothing, even shorts!  And the designs are classic.  Let your randonneuring friends know about this one.

Take a Picture, It'll Last Longer

   Ah, Sunday the 23rd of March, how much you are like every Sunday in December, January and February.  This morning we watched in horror as the snow fell, yet again.  Even our dog tried to bite it, which he never does.  The air temperature at 1:00 PM?  Twenty-one degrees Fahrenheit (10° windchill).  Nature is laughing; a grating, Pee Wee Herman laugh.
   At least, for now, the snow is covering the Fecal Landscape that is Buffalo during a thaw.

Be assured, this is all made of poop.

Attempting to gross myself out completely with this train of thought, I happened upon an article about one of the results of our sewer and storm drains not being separate from each other (as in, they're the same tube pouring god-knows-what all over the place).  But then, while scanning the comments for juicy adjectives, I came across this, an amazing blog by a fellow Buffalonian who explores some of our more bizarre places, and takes high quality photos as he goes.  One of them is the giant sewer tunnel that the above mentioned creek runs into.  Like Marat in the sewers of Paris, he walked the entire length with a friend and documented it on his blog (well, Marat didn't have a blog).  No skin conditions manifested as a result.  For any of you who love old, abandoned places, the more industrial the better, this blog is for you.  And he kind of tells you where these sites are, which is very nice and non-snobbish of him.

   Moving on to much less exciting news, but news that might prove informative nonetheless, I will tell you of my recent decision to switch car insurance carriers to Progressive.  Being overly enthusiastic about new things in general, I decided it would be peachy keen if I also tried their Snapshot device in my car, to get supposed discounts.

Looking like a cross between a thumb drive and a case of birth control pills, the Snapshot device doesn't take actual photos, but plugs into your car's diagnostic port and chirrups happily every time you hit your brakes too hard.  Why is it so happy?  Because every time it chirps is one less chance for the poor sucker (golly, this is really boss!) who thought it was a good idea to plug Big Brother into her car to get a discount.  So far, any time it has made any noise I've been driving around 20 mph and lilting to a stop like a sparrow touching down on a branch.  I'm screwed.  Apparently, some people have it even worse than me, and yet others are very happy with their Snapshot.  Here is a comprehensive blog piece on the Snapshot someone took a heck of a lot of time compiling anecdotal information for, so you'd better read it, you cads!  I'll be updating you all on which insurance carrier I will be switching to frantically in 6 months.
   You know those old Carol Burnett skits, where everyone is laughing hysterically, and wigs are askew, and costumes are ripped, and props are collapsing willy-nilly?  Well, that's basically me trying to eat on a road bike (I always wear a wig when I'm on a bicycle).   Because every attempt at "fueling" is a calamity waiting to happen, I try to eat those neat little "chews" that are available for us incurable klutzes.  However, nothing is easy when it comes to me and bicycles, and so not any old chew will do, as I have a rather sensitive stomach.  Things could go from Carol Burnett to GG Allin very quickly if I eat something with a lot of processed sugar, or maltodextrin, or chemicals (also known as "natural flavors").  I used to take Clif Shot Bloks on my rides, because their main sweetening agent was brown rice syrup.

Then I noticed they changed the recipe and switched from brown rice syrup to maltodextrin.  So now I use Honey Stinger Chews, which I believe are the only quick energy chews available that don't have processed anything in them.

And they have honey in them, which for a person like me who is part pooh and part hobbit, means they contain the nectar of life itself.
For any of you who are trying to decide what is best to use while riding or running, here's a nice review I found of the energy gels out there, and what their ingredients are.
When I need the higher calorie, protein and carb kind of bar for long rides, I like these:

Bonk Breakers have mostly natural, organic ingredients, although only the Almond Butter and Honey, and Apple Pie bars have no cane sugar at all in them.
 
   Recently, Bicycling Magazine featured a recipe for homemade energy bars in their online blog.  I decided to try making the bars, to see if they worked for me and saved some money.  I won't include a picture of the final product, because they are definitely not as neat and tidy as Bonk Breakers.  Anyway, I altered the recipe to include ingredients I already knew were optimally digestible, and I added a little more protein in the form of hemp powder, as that also helps me to digest everything at a reasonable pace.  The final yield was 32 bars that were roughly 4 cm square, with each one being approximately 285 calories.  Since I can't yet do a 3-4 hour ride to test these, I ate one after the next-hardest workout, Insanity.  If an energy bar feels like it's absorbing directly into my cells with life-giving ambrosia, even after a barf-inducing workout, I know it's the right energy bar for me.  And the homemade ones passed this test!  This recipe is definitely a winner - it's easy to follow and easy to alter to suit you personally.  And it saves money.  I used rather expensive ingredients, and it still cost about half of what Bonk Breakers cost.
As for Insanity,

it's still pretty silly.  I gain lots of muscle, but almost never lose weight, because this type of workout makes me want to eat whole chickens every chance I get.  And, since I'm 98% hobbit, I just end up looking like a strangely pumped hobbit when all is said and done.  There will definitely be no "after" pictures, that's for sure.



  

Céad Míle Rothair

   This past week Winter made it clear it wasn't done with us yet, and on Wednesday it dumped a good ol' fashioned blizzard on Buffalo.  There wasn't a lot of snow, but the winds were blowing at around 50 mph, leaving some fancy "snow sculptures" behind when things died down.

I'm pretty sure this thing tried to talk to me while I was out shoveling.  The next day revealed some picturesque scenes, but I think we've had all the pretty winter vistas we'll ever want or need.  Here's one anyway.

   Like most winters, this one had its share of plow mishaps, with the latest falling into the "whodunnit" category;  a plow rammed into 5 cars in the middle of the night on Humboldt Parkway in February and left the scene without so much as a "Ha ha!" horn toot.  Now, after some Buffalo police sleuthing, the plow has been identified as belonging to the state DOT.  As to be expected, the wheels of justice, or wheels of insurance claims, are turning very slowly on this one.  In various comments sections, people are either angry or dismissive.  The anger is generally directed toward "big government", and the dismissiveness is of the, "the plow operator probably didn't even know it happened, so give the guy a break" type.  The latter attitude is entirely congruous with the state of our laws regarding traffic, which can be boiled down to - if you hit stuff with your car and you're oblivious (not fleeing the scene counts for very little these days), as long as you're not drunk there's nothing wrong with you and it was all a terrible accident, oh well.  Of course, it seems to me that if you're stone cold sober and you smash into things with your car without any of it capturing your attention in the slightest, there is something really wrong with you.
   But back to blizzards - because of our biggest claim to fame, the Blizzard of '77, the city comes to a complete halt whenever there is a blizzard forecast.  This allows for yet another drinking holiday, like our McCinco de Mardi Gras celebrations.

And for my spouse and me in this instance, it was a day of utter laziness complete with breakfast for lunch and the consumption of an entire package of fake Stella D'oro Elegant Dipping Cookies found at the corner store, which was still open.
   Another thing that Buffalonians do right after a blizzard - go for a bike ride.  Yep, today was the inaugural ride of the Niagara Frontier Bicycle Club's spring season, the St. Patrick's Day Ride.  I had every intention of going on this ride.  I even dug out the Forbidden Hat.

My wife considers this hat to be a form of spousal abuse, so it stays hidden in a drawer most of the time.  Sometimes when I'm the only one home I will put it on and prance around like a leprechaun.  So yeah, I was ready for a bike ride!  Then I noticed that there was a 3°F wind chill, which would only increase to a sweltering 5°F wind chill by the afternoon.  Having vowed in a pique sometime in February that I would not ride a bike in temperatures below 20°F ever again (or at least until next winter, which should start in June), I am now beholden to this solemn vow.  And I just don't want to freeze my ass off anymore.  Besides, I don't really remember how to put on a helmet.  But I have this handy chart in case I need it.

So, once again, in this blog about cycling, I will be writing about the enormously captivating activity I engaged in instead of riding my bike.  And I won't disappoint!  Because this time I did two things:
I walked the dog, and did a High Intensity Interval Training workout, also known as Insanity.  Insanity is basically the opposite of riding a bike, and really isn't good for anything but developing crazy endurance for Insanity workouts, but I do it anyway for two reasons:

1) I'm an idiot.
2) It's the only way to get warm these days.

Here's the promotional image for the workout, and I'm not really sure what happened, because I'm supposed to be in this photo.  See where that big space is?  Well, it's a good thing I have my own copy so I can show you what it's supposed to look like:

That was when I was in shape.

 So Shaun T., the inventor of Insanity, basically figured out that if you jump up and down until you collapse, like an eight year-old after eating a bowl of Lucky Charms, you will end up extremely fit.  Who knew?  We make Lucky Charms here in Buffalo, by the way, and everyone will smell them in the air tomorrow, as a special hangover treat on St. Patrick's Day.

Rise, Neighbots, Rise!

    I'm pretty sure that not riding my bike for a month-and-a-half has caused some neural misfiring which in turn has led me to believe my bad jokes are actually really funny.  I could get a brain scan to confirm this, but I don't want to find out I'm a psychopath who just hasn't happened to kill anyone (yet).  Will you still love me if I'm missing an amygdala, dear reader? I think I'll stay in the dark about that one.
   Here is what I am missing - most of the important top layers of epidermis from my face and hands, and a time, long ago, when I didn't have to cut the arms off of sweaters and put them on my legs.  Please don't tell me if hipsters are doing this, too.  Hopefully, they're too busy knitting sweaters for penguins.
   The Penguin Foundation states on their website, "This is not a fashion statement!"  Oh, those wily New Zealanders!  They knew exactly what they were doing when they wrote that.  Not only did every granny in Oceania heed the call, but every hipster in Brooklyn took to their grottoes and garrets and knitted thousands of sweaters for penguins.

   There was such a surfeit of sweaters, in fact, that the wildlife organizations sent out a plea to STOP KNITTING PENGUIN SWEATERS.  They ended up with over 15,000 sweaters, which they found a way to sell separately to raise funds.

"Help! Some hipsters are trying to put more sweaters on us!"

There was even some controversy over whether or not the whole thing was really a hoax (with elaborately photoshopped penguins?), but someone in Portland has cleared it up for us.

   The hipsters who have managed to put down their knitting needles are now busy wearing monocles, according to The New York Times.  They can't knit and wear monocles at the same time, because they're expending too much effort holding them to their eyes in a foppish manner.

I'm thinking about squeezing my torso into a penguin sweater, shaving my head like a samurai, and holding a monocle to my eye in a foppish manner.  And I will finish this look off with the Top Accessory of the Most Soul-Destroying Winter in History - sweater legs.

This photo doesn't capture completely the ridiculousness of said sweater legs, although the "puss in boots" effect at the knee is somewhat visible.  Normally, when it isn't so warm out (it's 15° F right now), the sweater legs would be a third layer under jeans or snowpants or whatever.

   So I was going to ride my bike today, but I didn't want to wear sweater legs, or the thousands of other clothing layers that I am officially sick to death of wearing.  With the wind chill being somewhere around 0°, I felt that the past three months of riding in 0° wind chill had filled my winter cycling quota, and I decided to take the dog on a long walk instead.  We headed for the water, because that's where the wind chill was below zero.  The route I like takes us past Castle Aaaghh!

That was early on in the walk.  Then, keeping in a westerly direction, we passed through Columbus Parkway.

You can see Castle Aaaghh! in the distance behind us.  Then it was on to Front Park.

Like all Olmsted Parks in Buffalo, Front Park has a highway running through it - actually several arterials, all converging at the Peace Bridge to Canada.

After making it across that, we were safely in the park with some local fauna.

My dog might look like he's interested in the geese way in the background, but he's actually calculating their poop output, and how much of it he can snarf up before I start yelling.
We made our way to the opposite entrance to the park, where there is an onramp to the 190.

 We crossed that without incident, and then it was over the bridge above the 190, where the sidewalk hasn't been plowed since snow started falling in November.

 At the end of the bridge is the offramp of the 190,

and then after crossing this we were free to enter La Salle Park.  Believe it or not, this is one of the least stressful routes in the city to walk a dog (or just to walk).  We took the path straight ahead (that grey band in the distance is Lake Erie) to the water.

And here we were at the Mighty Lake.  The point of land in the distance is Waverly Beach in Ontario, Canada, where I'm sure it was at least one degree warmer.

And...more lake.  You might have noticed by now that it is completely frozen.  The only open water on almost the entire thing is that grey band in the distance that is the beginnings of the Niagara River. 
   We moved out of the insane headwind and walked back eastward to Rotary Park and the bike path, where the dog decided that every field mouse in existence was hiding, and there were no more pictures possible.

Here we have the lovely fake Roycroft lettering indicating the entrance.

I really wish I could have gotten a photo of the dog with his head completely buried in a snow drift looking for mice, because it was pretty darn cute.  He was also really glad I didn't go for a bike ride.