Saturday, November 7, 2009

Cycling Poetry in Motion

                                       up
                                            down                         
                                  mountain
                                                 down                      
                              the
                                                    down
                        cyclist
                                                          she
                    the
                                                          slides
                rachets
                                                                 on
            heartbeats
                                                      exhilaration's
        of
                                                                    goofy
   thumping
                                                                         grin
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.......................................................................Yippee!                                                    

Friday, November 6, 2009

Biker Mike McGinn is Gonna Win the Election for Mayor of Seattle!




Mike McGinn is poised to be the next Mayor of Seattle!

As I write this he just jumped ahead, increasing his lead by a good measure. Here's the Seattle Times' take.

As when I posted my endorsement previously, I think this is a very good thing. But since that post, I feel so much more sure of it. I've discovered people who knew Mike before he ever ran for Mayor, and they talk about his genuine goodness with high regard. That says a great deal.

And like others, I watched Mike grow in front of our very eyes. Such can be the world of politics. Our Seattle ended up taking this election very seriously, and put the candidates to the test. Good people grow when tested. Yes, even in our cynical world, each of us can continue to grow, so why not our politicians? The question for us is whether we will take this opportunity to continue growing. It's not all up to Mike.

I'm also pleased that it looks like feet on the street, phone conversations, street smarts, appealing to the better in voters, and inspiration are defeating money and more money. Mike was outspent three to one, but he is going to win! That says a great deal about him...and us.

I was pondering a post about what Mike as Mayor, Mayor Mike McGinn, could do for us cyclists. But that's so old politics.

The proper ponderings are:
  • What do we want to make of our Seattle with Mike as Mayor?
  • What to we want to express with Mike as Mayor?
  • What do we want to create with Mike as Mayor?
Part of our problem as voters, no matter who has led us, is that we've depended on our leaders way too much. Mike's election is an opportunity for us to make a new start too. As cyclists, what is the Cycling Seattle we want to build? How do we pursue our better and higher instincts and get creative to make it our reality? How do we use cycling to lift us all up, particularly those with lesser means and fewer opportunities? Cycling ought to make cities more liveable for those most often left behind. It must be more than a privelege for those with means.




Cities around the globe are making and living out bold plans to tackle global warming, live more healthfully, consume more equitably, and enjoy being outside in our natural world. So can we.

And of course, there is so much more to our Seattle beyond cycling. Mike will need our energies there too.

Are you ready, Seattle? Time to get creative and dig in again!


If it wasn't already clear, among other things Mike is a cyclist.


Keep it renewed

CurioRando

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Cycling in the Rain & Steelhead Fishing: You gotta be out there in it


It occurred to me while cyclo-commuting to work in the rain the other morning how I'm coming to view cycling in the rain as the same as Steelhead fishing. The photo above shows DartreDame and me on her first ever Steelhead fishing trip (actually, first ever real fishing of any kind). We began in the early morning snow, and our new relationship was on the line. Turned out she loved it and landed three Steelies and a Bull Trout on her first day, all on the fly! And guess what I caught? I caught Dartre: the catch of my life!

OK, back to cycling and fishing. So what's the similarity between winter Steelheading and cycling in the rain? In winter Steelheading you stand in a freezing cold river, typically with a strong wind, and driving rain or sleet or snow, and you endure. You pay your dues.

And...if you're smart you develop some strategies to keep warm and dry. I tried it all:

  • Neoprene gloves (too tight, therefore too cold; also clammy)
  • Nylon jacket (sweaty, therefore cold)
  • Hand warmers (too gimmicky and clumsy)
  • Toe warmers (ditto, only more so)
  • Cheap waders & boots (leaky and cccccold)
  • Cotton undies (cute and authentic-looking, but little thermal effect)
  • Jaunty "fishing" caps (photo-worthy, but inept at weatherproofing)
Eventually, I graduated to:
  • Layers
  • Wool
  • Base layers
  • Breathability
  • Fleece
  • Layers
  • Neck Gaitor
  • Glove liners, Wool mittens
  • Lots of food, ingested at a rapid tempo
  • Lots of Water, same
  • Quality Waders
  • Wool or Fleece Cap
  • Layers
But more than clothing, both activities are about a certain state of mind. Friends would wonder what I liked about wading a cold river in pretty horrible conditions. For me, it was just that. If I had the right gear, I loved snuggling into myself and wrapping myself in the smug satisfaction (smuggling?) that I could match the conditions. Once you accept the challenge--and are prepared--being immersed in dramatically wild weather is itself very fun!

I love the snowflakes, the subtle colors, the changes in the sky. The smells. On our last 200k--the Three Rivers Cruise--it was that pungent odor of decaying Salmon carcasses that when mixed with cold sharp air was intoxicating. Not the same sharpness in the warmer fall days. You just gotta be out there in it.

And then there is the act of wading a river. You don't so much plod forward as you'd walk on land. More like skating across the bottom rocks. You kind of glide with the current. Your weight must be secure on one foot before lifting the other, but sometimes you can float-shuffle. The main point is that you loosen up, relax, and "go with the flow". That's right, you immerse your self--your whole self--into the water, hokey pokey style. If you fight the water, or are tight, you'll go down. Believe me, I know because I've done it.

Same with riding your bicycle in the rain or driving a car on icey roads. It's a soft approach. No fast turns, and hopefully no fast stops. Easy does it.

I believe that the chief thing I'm getting at is that you have to just BE in the elements rather than fight them. To Steelhead in nasty weather you don't steel yourself so much as you let yourself ease into it. To cycle in nasty weather it's best to relax. My tendency while cycling in the rain is to hunch my shoulders and tense up. Not the best. I'm still working on that easing on down the road.

Of course, this is all well and good if you're well-prepared. Once you get chilled, it's a different matter. Everything is harder and less fun. There were days Steelhead fishing that it would take a long darn time to warm my toes back up. I mean they were just numb, and I was pretty toasted.

My goal as a newbie randonneur is to take my Steelheading lessons and get myself outfitted so that I don't reach that familiar popsicle state too often. The satisfaction then of riding in really bad conditions--but remaining relatively comfortable--is its own reward.

I probably better watch what I wish for. Am I dooming myself to some nasty brevets this coming year? Just in case, I've prepared since the March 2009 Berkie 200k where we rode twelve hours in the rain.



John Vincent, whom I met on that brevet, and I (note the hunching shoulders) have just finished in this photo, and it's funny how many improvements to your preparedness you can conjure up in hour after hour of rainy cycling.

Here are a few of my newer preparations:




My illumiNITE helmet cover, supposedly waterproof in addition to its nightime reflecting effects.







When I test rode the helmet cover during my work commute last week it caused coworkers to comment along the lines of: "Wow, you're really ready!" and "You look so Continental!" It has gotten me noticed...for better and worse.

At the end of last winter I got these mitts at the Outdoor Research store (and factory) in Seattle.







Jury is still out. I like the handy (really, not intended) cords (not shown) for tightening cuff, but they could get caught in spokes! YIKES. Need to modify.

Lastly, booties. I bought these last summer despite the smarta** local bicycle shop employee who mocked me for buying booties when it was 70 degrees outside. HA! It ain't 70 now buddy, and I knew a good find when I spied it.





What I like most about these is that they are SO easy to get on and off. And let me tell you, when I'm already cold it's amazing how such a thing as the difficulty of donning has an effect on whether I'll don them or not. Plus, they are large enough to fit well and hopefully not get shredded, because they don't interfere with my shoe soles. Again, we'll see, but first testing was positive. Below is the ingenious closure system.



Oops, not so obvious, but it is a wide swath of Velcro.

Then there is the wind. In a recent randon group listserve discussion it was revealed that the wind for cyclists is a headwind across 200 degrees of the total 360 degree circle from whence wind can come. You read that right. If it feels like the wind is more often a headwind than a tailwind, it is because that is so.

In flyfishing for Steelhead, the same phenomenon holds. On top of the cold weather you can just about guarantee you'll be casting into the wind, so you better learn how to do it. Cursing sometimes helps, but usually it's a tight loop that is the ticket. In cycling, same thing. Make yourself into a tight package and slice through.

Winter Steelheading isn't for everyone, but it has its special rewards. Same for cycling in the rain.


Keep it layered,

CurioRando

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Count Us All In!




Last month I committed to the notion of commuting to work (cyclo-commuting instead of polluto-commuting). Then I committed to commuting at least two days/week averaged out over each month. Serendipitously, I got a mailing that very day from our County program promoting commuting by any method other than car. And their threshold was two days per week, same as me!

Today? I got a yard sign (pictured above) from a friendly volunteer who thanked me for my commitment.

Ha! I figured out her ploy just as soon as she stepped off our front porch. She assumes that it will be harder for me to walk past that yard sign in the morning and traipse over to my SUV and turn the key.

And you know what. She is a genius! Of course it makes it tougher to cheat.

But I got news for her. I showed her this month, this October: I already DID commute twice per week by bicycle!

And I did that without the sign. The best part of course is that I loved it. On the bicycle is always good. Tested rain gear one day. Road home at 9:30 one evening, so I tested lighting notions. And I felt more energized at work as I always do when I ride. More energized when I get home too. Funny how that works.

The sign she gave me depicts logos of three sponsoring non-profits from my neighborhood:

Apparently, they are among the sponsors of the program. I love the program, and I love the diversity of our neighborhood. It may be among the poorest in some regards, but as to diversity of people--great people with such vastly varying and uniting experiences--Columbia City and our neighboring communities are the richest in Washington and right up there with many in the entire country. I love our neighborhood.



ReWA logo

And I love that these organizations are on the sign in my front yard encouraging me to be the best I can be: a cyclo-commuter instead of a polluto-commuter.





From the Somali Community Services webpage.

Thanks, Refugee Women's Alliance, Somali Community Services, and Chinese Information and Service Center for your leadership!




I was already familiar with two of the organizations, but not the third. Check them out yourself, or their counterparts in your neighborhood!

DartreDame, of course, knows these organizations well. She happened not to be here today when they delivered the sign, because she's traveling alot these days. Mostly she's working on Comprehensive Immigration Reform. It's time to Count Us All In!

Especially, since we count on immigrants every day.


Keep Counting Us All In,

CurioRando

Monday, October 26, 2009

Green Frankensteen Crashes the Pumpkin Push!





It must be the season, but yet another colorful horror figure attacked a Fall celebration. This time it was Green Frankensteen and the Pumpkin Push in Seward Park. Right after I paused briefly to snap this photo (and the other dozen or so I deleted that weren't up to my high quality standards) I rushed over and tackled Green Frankensteen. I spun his dorky, little, orange bowtie; wiped that crooked smirk of his envious face; and rescued poor DartreDame from his chartreuse clutches.

Fortunately for DartreDame, I've been diligently engaged in weight training ever since I got Cycling Anatomy, and I was able to muscle Green Frankensteen to the ground in time for Dartre to wriggle out.



Later, as Dartre recovered on a park bench--you can see she's not quite regained consciousness here--I  was able finally to assess the extent of my injuries. Looks like I'll still be able to do my R-12 200k for November if I wait till mid-month or so. Pheew!

After Dartre was able to walk we stumbled onto the Pumpkin Push 5k Run finish line, and we spotted Underdog and an escaped prisoner. Lots of characters.






Inspired by the 5k'ers, we took a stroll around the park.

   


On returning, the Pumpkin Pushers had gathered around a bunch of what looked like dead humans on the ground. Huh?

The music cued, and Michael Jackson's Thriller came alive--or came dead--or came zombied, and the show began. About 30 or so Zombies did their thing to the Thriller soundtrack.






Very spooky! Later that night with their many Zombie friends they attempted to break the world record for folks dancing to Thriller. This all took place at Seattle's Occidental Park and in cities worldwide, but I don't know who won. Do you?

What's this got to do with cycling? Very little, except there were cyclists all around. The picture below shows how we cyclists often get the short end of the stick. Here, this young cyclist's father isn't just drafting behind his son on the three-wheeler. He's on his in-line skates forcing his young son to pull him around Seward Park! I called Child Cyclist Protective Services on him. Harrumph.




A fully recovered Dartre poses next to the Pumpkin Push placard.




All those Punkins got us in the mood...for our very own punkin. No, despite appearances, he ain't heavy, he's my brother. Leastwise, he feels like it 'cause I LOVE Halloween and the Autumn season!



Keep 'em away from Green Frankensteen,

CurioRando

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Two Wheels North at the Book-It Theater in Seattle



I don't know a thing about this production, nor have I read the book Two Wheels North.

Here are the basics from the Book-It Theater website:

Vic McDaniel and Ray Francisco, fresh high school graduates, set out on their second-hand bicycles from Santa Rosa, California in August of 1909 to take on the challenge of cycling from their home to Seattle for the Alaska Yukon Pacific Exposition. They pedal, push, and walk a thousand miles of primitive roads for 54 days, and encounter nearly every imaginable natural, mechanical, and human challenge on their one-speed bikes. While adventure is their primary lure, there is a promised purse of $25 from the Post-Intelligencer waiting for them if they can only make it to Seattle before the final day of the AYP.

Here's a picture of the Exposition from Wiki:




But get this: the shows are free!


Here's a little video from their website.


Two Wheels North - Book-It Repertory Theatre from 4Culture on Vimeo.

Keep it Northbound,

CurioRando

Friday, October 23, 2009

Take Me Home, Bicycle Trails, to the Place I Belong!



Hot Diggity Dog Diggity!

A New York Times story today about my old pedal-stompin' grounds, and possiblities, possibilities, possiblities. The story, Biking Coal Country's Tracks and Tunnels, is the tale of one writer's bicycle travels on a 132-mile trail from McKeesport, Pennsylvania to Cumberland, Maryland. The photo above and the graph below are from the NYTimes.

How do I connect up? First, I was born and raised an easy spin from McKeesport, and my mother (Hi Mum!) still lives in the area.

Second, I spent a few weeks in McKeesport in 2008 during the Primary Election season knocking doors for Barack Obama, sent there by my union (the first union to endorse President Obama, thank you very much). We didn't exactly win that Primary, but we won when it counted in PA!

Third, my sister and her husband (Hi sister Nancy and Wayne!) took my friend and I to Cumberland, Maryland in 1972(?) from whence we began a round trip on the Chesapeake and Ohio Canal Towpath to Washington, D.C. and back at the ripe old age of 15 or 16.  This was the trip that changed my bicycling life.

We stayed in Youth Hostels, toured D.C. for our first time, rode through the Paw Paw Tunnel, skinny-dipped, caught a snapping turtle (Whoa! To be clear, the skinny-dipping and snap-turtling were two SEPARATE events. DartreDame can confirm I've still got all my parts, right lover?), and cycled with about 80 pounds worth of Dinty Moore Beef Stew, canvas tent, and wet cotton sleeping bag on our Schwinn Continentals. Oh, and we nearly got hit by lightning (Hi Mum!).


Paw Paw Tunnel


More on that trip of a lifetime some other day. For now, check out the NYTimes article about cycling through old train tunnels and such. You just might want to make the trip, but as every randonneur knows: take reliable lighting!

Oh, another connection to the story. In my college days at Penn State, my pals and I had a strange fascination with aboandoned tunnels. I think this was usually when we had had some of the libations that give Penn State's college town, State College, its nickname: Happy Valley (with a name like State College the town deserves a good nickname, right?). Let's just say we liked to visit abandoned tunnels when we were "Happy" (Hi Mum!).




Here's the route for the coal train trail.


But the best connection is the one that's yet to be made. Adventure Cycling Association is planning the United States Bicycle Route System. It needs your donations and help to keep it on track. More on that later too, but just think of the cyclo-touring possiblities! One piece of the eventual national route is the Chesapeake and Ohio Canal Towpath. Go Adventure Cycling! The graphic below is from the Adventure Cycling Association.





Keep that (Bicycle Route) train a comin'!

CurioRando