HeArt of Idaho Falls century race report

It was early when I rolled out to ride to the start line. 5 am San Diego time. And damn was it cold. I think the official temperature was somewhere between “freezing” and “you should just crawl back into bed.” My knee ached immediately, as it is want to do whenever it gets abnormally cold. Naturally I hadn’t thought to bring any base layers, but even if I had, I wouldn't have worn them. I hate carrying extra gear that I’ll only need for a little bit, comfort be damned.

I started pedaling slowly. I only had 7 miles to go, and nearly an hour to do it. And even though I knew that the sooner I got up to speed, the sooner I’d warm up, my cold body practically begged me to take things easy, and to work up to a proper warm up. That basically meant that by the time I’d be rolling up to the start line, I’d be warmed up, only to have half an hour to kill before the sound of the gun, signalling the start of the event.

I rolled through pancake flat country roads as a dull, misty haze hung over my surroundings. I passed by innumerable fields and caught the attention of several cows, all eyeing me curiously. I can only imagine what they were thinking as they watched this goofy, latex-clad San Diego-based cyclist roll by. All I could think about is how warm it would be, sitting between a pair of them.

The ache in my knee spiked abruptly, and a handful of seconds later, I found out why as the local canal swung into view. How it wasn't just ice cubes, I have no idea, because I sure felt like one. Hell, I was positive my water bottles would freeze before I got a chance to drink from them. Several ducks floated along the waters, quite content with where the currents carried them, and I couldn't help but marvel how similar our lives were, if you ignore the fact that I wasn't covered in feathers, didn't have a bill or hollow bones, and would both sink and freeze in water if I had jumped in. Hey, you need something to occupy your thoughts when you’re cold and up early.

Eventually I arrived at my destination and settled in for a wait, which would end up being longer than expected, no thanks to a blown circuit, which resulted in a collapsed start line. But even than didn't slow us down too long, and at 7:05 mountain time, we were off: the HeArt of Idaho Falls Century had begun.

It was a huge loop, taking us along miles upon miles upon miles of country roads, essentially circumnavigating the city of Idaho Falls. At one point, we went nearly 20 minutes without seeing a car, we were that secluded. But I’m getting ahead of myself here.

The starting gun went off, and soon we were rolling along at a steady 20 mph, being lead out by a dune buggy, which was a first for me. Here's a brief video.

As we made our first turn, I saw one guy ahead of me. I looked back and saw one guy behind, all of us separated by about 10 meters. We linked up together within the first two miles, and our trio stayed like that for the next 58 miles. We formed a nice little paceline, or three man group. Each of us pulled for a few minutes, keeping the tempo right around 25 mph, before the lead guy peeled off and let the next guy in line take over. Within fifteen minutes, we’d left everyone else behind.

In less than an hour we blew past the 25 mile aid station and just kept on rolling, coming to the 35 mile aid station less than half an hour later. Why they were positioned so closely together, I have no idea, but the second one had been our pit stop of choice. Here we took a minute to introduce ourselves, make use of the local facilities, and grab a quick bite. Unfortunately, we delayed about a minute too long, as a group of four flew by our stopping point and kept on going. We rallied quickly, though, and our water bottles refilled, took off after them.

We chased hard, keeping up our tough pace, and at 2 hours 27 minutes, had ridden 52 miles. Our next challenge loomed just ahead of us, literally: Bone Road. On paper, it’s not that hard. 6.8 miles at 3.3%. Then there’s a short reprieve followed smaller section, about a mile at 5%.

Unfortunately, I underestimated the first section and pushed too hard, not realizing until it was too late that the goal I’d had my eyes on had been a false flat. During my hard charge, I’d dropped one of our group, Scott. After realizing my mistake, I dropped the pace to recover, but as a result our third member, Eric, kicked, leaving me in the middle to suffer alone. Once at the top, Scott and I linked up briefly before he surged on the final section, once again leaving me alone. What a jerk.

But man, once you finally come over the top, all of Idaho Falls is laid out before you, and it’s only then that you realize two things. First off, you can’t help but marvel at how spread out the city really is, with the center of the city relatively packed, surrounded by fields and the occasional farmhouse dotting it all sides. Second, you realize that all that climbing you did, you’re about to undo rather quickly.  I can’t tell you how much fun I had, flying downhill at up to 50 mph. It’s riveting. It’s terrifying. And it makes you feel alive. Wanna see what it's like? Well, today is your lucky day!

Once at the bottom, I had an epiphany: I had 30 miles left, and nobody to pace in with. Without a group, I’d be hard pressed to make it back by the 5 hour mark, my unofficial goal. But I’m nothing if not stubborn, and after flying by a group that was content to go slower than I’d like, I settled in for an unpleasant hour and a half.

Now, in case any of you were wondering, holding 20 mph for an hour and a half, with a group, after having done 21 mph for roughly 60 miles, is challenging. Absolutely doable, just challenging. But having to do 20 mph for an hour and a half, solo, was just a bit too much for me, and after an hour, my legs finally gave up on me.

It’s disheartening, cracking after such a monumental effort. I’d poured out just about everything I had in the legs, but with 10 miles to go, it proved to be just a bit insufficient. Fortunately, I linked up with a group of four who were feeling a bit more fresh than I was, so I managed to hop onto their wheels, hanging on at one point just out of a sheer power of will not to be dropped again.

Finally, the last 2 miles approached. I knew my family would be there, and as luck would have it, it was my turn to take a pull. I summoned up everything I had left in my body. Every iota of strength, and every flicker of a watt, and began to lift the pace. First to 20. Then 21. 22. 23. As we came along the final 800 meters, I pulled us up to 25. I was gasping for breath, wondering, hoping it would be over soon.

It was then that I heard it. Someone screamed my name just as a car came flying by, and there were 2 of my cousins hanging out the windows, snapping pictures like every moment counted. Whether that gave me the strength I needed or summoned it from deep within me, I don’t know, but as we came up to the final 400 meters, I kicked as if there was no tomorrow. One last video. Promise.

I don’t entirely recall what happened next, or how much time passed. I have a brief memory of pictures being taken of, and with, me. I remember shaking hands, and having a cold Coke thrust into my weary, waiting hands. Then I was down on the ground, just trying to remain conscious. I wasn't joking when I said I’d pulled out all the stops.

Eventually I had a beer and food, followed by a coffee and another Coke, and let me tell you, after 5 hours and 20 minutes, covering 102 miles, each bite of food or sip of a drink was the most glorious thing I had put into my body in the history of ever.

Looking back over the event over the last few days, I could have done a few things differently, but nothing major. Overall, while I’d been hoping for something along the lines of 5:05, I’m still pretty happy with my finishing time. Especially considering the fact that my longest ride leading up to the event was only 88 miles, and even that was a few weeks prior. 

When it came down to what mattered, I had what was important. My bike was clean, and had been given the love she deserved from the boys at Zumwalt's Bicycle Center, so she ran smooth and fast. I had my shades, courtesy of Spy Optics to keep the sun out of my eyes, and to keep me looking cool (which is more work than it seems!). I had my Team Ninja kit and lucky Unicorn socks on, so people would know I meant business. And I had Skratch Labs there to keep my hydrated in the heat.

Riding a bike is, like life, a learning experience, and while we may not always get the results that we want, we have to learn to accept the results that we earn. At the end of the day, I’m happy with how things turned out. I’ll take what I learned, both about the event and about myself, and I’ll apply it to other races. That’s all I can do in the end. I was raised knowing that if I didn't get the result I wanted, to learn from it and try harder next time. We can’t all win, but so long as you’re happy with how you did and know you gave it your all, then you sure as hell didn't lose. And in my book, that’s pretty damn good.

Till next time, keep the rubber side down, and your skin off the ground.

TdF 2014, a Tour for hard men

I think we can agree, this years Tour has been a little nuts so far. What with Cav's crash in stage 1 (in his hometown, no less), to just, well, everything. I know, I know. It's The Tour. We expect people to be nervous the first few days, and for some of the riders to go down. And ya know, yesterday was no real exception. Sorry Tejay, but crashes fucking happen. Does it suck that Froome is out of The Tour this year? Yeah, you bet. But it also sucked back in 2012 when Frank Schleck, Cancellara, and Tony Martin withdrew. And do we really need to relive anything from the 2011 Tour, with its plethora of crashes (remember Vino fracturing his femur?), spills (Horner, Boonen, and Wiggo), and flat out freak accidents? Let's not, shall we?

Here's the thing: shit happens. Especially in The Tour. Why does this shit happen? Because it's The Tour. De France. The grandest of the grand tours. It's sole goal is to make you suffer. To forge the steel of your soul in the fire of pain and suffering. So yeah, there's gonna be cobblestones. Did it rain on stage 5? Yes. Can the ASO predict rain a year in advance? Really? Are you kidding me with this? Yes, it's gonna make the stage that much more dangerous and scary. And yeah, you guys are humans and feel people emotions. But the thing is, that doesn't mean that you're not racing the Tour de France. You don't wanna be there? I'll sell a kidney (maybe yours!) to be there instead. You came knowing it was going to be tough. And it's only gonna get tougher. We haven't even gotten into the fucking mountains yet.

The thing is, this isn't your first Tour! Remember in 2012 when you won the white jersey and finished 5th overall? What about in 2013, an admittedly bad year for you, when you still finished 34th out of 181? You know The Tour is tough. At least it's not snow, like the Giro d'Italia has been known to race through.

Look, I know. The rain sucks. Cobbles suck. You're pissed, because now you're sitting 2:11 back from yellow, against a guy who can climb and TT. A guy who, I have to admit, up until yesterday, I was prepared to write off as a top 10, at best. So what? So is every other guy who's looking to wear yellow when you guys arrive in Paris. Know what this means? Attacks. Lots of them. It means you and the rest of the GC guys attack the shit out of the Nibali, and try to break his legs off. Maybe he'll hang on for dear life, like Tommy Voeckler did back in 2011 for a little over a week. But the thing is, between you, Contador, Porte, Talansky, Valverde, and Costa, somebody should be able to go out there and make Nibali suffer. Preferably a lot. Alliances form between teams with a GC guy.

As much as I may like him, don't be Cadel. Don't be a conservative nice guy. Be willing to put it all out on the line, because if you're not willing to try, you're guaranteed to fail.

I know that there's still a lot of racing to be done (a little over 1500 miles left), and that things are far from decided. I just think that maybe calling stage 5 a mistake is a mistake. Regardless, I'm looking forward to seeing what else happens over the next couple weeks.

Till the next one, keep the rubber side down, and your skin off the ground!

Big Bear race report: I raced a single speed against guys with gears

Have you ever done that? Entered to race against guys with gears, while you only have one? I've done it twice now with very different results, but both times were awesome. The first time was years ago, and honestly not the point of this story. This is a blog post about a mountain bike race, something I've not done for a long, long time.

You said it, Old Ben!

So, why'd I decide to race? Long story short, I just felt it was time. It'd been long enough since my concussion that I started to feel confident in my abilities again. Of course, having not even ridden a mountain bike in that two year span, my self-confidence was completely unfounded, but that's besides the point! The point is, I decided to race a single speed. Not only a single speed, but a rigid single speed. On a course that I knew had a few spots that would make life unpleasant. I may not have started the race as an angry singlespeeder, but damn if I wasn't close by races end.

Before we begin, though, let's review my thought process for why I decided to race a rigid bike with one friggin' gear on a course that featured some brutally steep sections, against guys who's method of compensating was shifting: in short, there was no thought process. There. Glad we got that settled.

So! Big Bear. I've always thought it was a bitchin' course. Fire road climbs, fire road descents, with single track thrown in for good measure. Like I said, though, I raced guys with gears, and this course starts you off with a 2 mile long climb that averages just under 6%. Except when it gets steeper, and sometimes it's triple that. Yeah, triple. And all you can do is sit there, pedal, and try not to cry. I may or may not have succeeded on that last part. Especially since, by the time I hit the top of the climb, all my competition had left me in the dust, literally and figuratively.

If you feel like looking at the course, take a peek at this. Feel like you've got it? Good. Let's continue.

This course, like most of the Big Bear courses, was a lot of fire road climbs or descents. The first real tough part for me was a section called Plantation Trail. It comes at about the 7.7 mile mark, and lasts for just under a mile. Plantation is a twofold section of ouch for me because it's a single track climb. You don't gain a ton of elevation, but when all you have is the one gear, it's enough to put some hurt into the legs. Doubly so because you climb up to Plantation, and then continue to climb after you leave Plantation.

Shortly after that came a trail I'd never ridden before: Skyline Trail. Skyline is like 30% awesome, followed promptly by suck. The first 1/3 of the the trail is rad, because it's little rollers that you can just flow through. The rest, though? Hey, yeah, more climbing. With some technical shit thrown in because the course designers hate you. Yes you, specifically.

There was one section that I knew we'd be racing that I was afraid of, and that was Pirates. In years past when I raced mountain bikes, Pirates had a log transfer that you had to cross, followed shortly by a short, steep, technical climb. Now? Pansy shit. No log transfer. The climb has been shallowed out a bit, and all the technical shit has been removed. Meh.

But Fall Line. Oh Fall Line. When I first raced in Big Bear oh so many years ago, I remember my mentor, Bob Umpenhauer, telling me, "Fall Line is sandy and rocky. It's important to pick a good line, try to follow it, and don't die." Fall Line still sort of lived up to its name. It was less sandy, but just as rocky. You had to pick a good line, and if you were a hard man like yours truly and were rocking a rigid fork, you just had to hang on for dear life and pray you didn't crash out. Obviously I lived, and it was a blast. Plus I got some props from the guys behind me who, when they were able to pass, noticed my rigid fork from the airy comfort of their full suspension bikes. Here's a video of Fall Line. If you can, watch it till the 1:25:31 mark, which is when Fall Line ends.

We tackled yet another new section that had been shredded to shit, and which I was not a fan of because it was stupid, before diving into one of the last two sections I was scrapared (scared and prepared) for: Fern Trail. Fern Trail is basically just more downhill single track, except for one really tricky section. It's a sharp right hand turn that requires you to descend down either large rocks or roots. It was here that a photographer, Called to Creation, decided to post up. Go ahead and take a look and see what I'm talking about. Fortunately, he'd seen me earlier in the day, and as I settled in to bomb the descent, he gave me a shout out.

Then the last section of the course that had been on my mind since before I started. It has no name, but I've taken to calling it "that rocky section where Kris Gross crashed out and had to get stitches." All I can say is, it's a downhill with a ton of little rocks, and it's easy to lose your wheel. And it's where I let the bike have its head, and do what it needed to do to keep us both upright. My arms bounced around so much, they actually went numb. But I'm happy to say, the Marin handled it!

Post race steed, proudly showing off its dirt.

So, long story short, I finished last. Not counting the guys who decided they weren't manly enough to finish the race. If you ask me, they should turn in their bikes. I did the whole thing on a rigid, 26'r, single speed, and still finished. They have zero excuses, short of maybe their legs falling off. Maybe.

If I knew I was gonna finish last, what was the point? To have fun, to shock people, and to see if I could still race a mountain bike. Hell, I'm willing to be I was the only guy out there on a rigid, 26'r that was also racing a single speed. That's what cycling has always been about for me: pushing your limits. Or, to put it another way....

DO EPIC SHIT.

Whatever you do, make it epic, and enjoy it. You won't regret it.

Now, I just wanna give a quick shout-out to some of my sponsors, without all of whom I wouldn't be the racer I am today.

Spy Optics: your shades have survived everything I've put them through which, if you know me, is a lot. And they not only still hold up, but they also look fantastic. I almost wish they would break, just so I could justify buying a new pair! If you want a rad pair of sunglasses that are light on your face and can take some spills, check out what Spy has to offer!

Zumwalt's Bicycle Center: I brought the Marin in to them on a Tuesday, and said I'd need it by Friday. When they saw the bike, all of us were skeptical that she'd be race ready in that time. She needed a ton of love and parts. But damn did thee guys at the shop get to work. Not only did they do what I thought would be a truly daunting task, they had my bike ready the next day. Hell, saying the bike was ready is an understatement. The bike was unstoppable! I can't thank the guys at Zumwalt's Bicycle Center enough for all their hard work!

Skratch Labs: it averaged about 88 degrees during my race. I knew it'd be hot, so I brought two bottles full of Skratch Labs hydration mix with me. Imagine my shock and disappointment when, during a particularly tricky downhill section just 4 miles into my race, one of my bottles bounced out of the bottle cage and off into the wilderness! Suddenly I had one bottle to last me for 16 miles. But ya know what? I wasn't worried. I knew I had some Skratch Labs in it (pineapple, too! One of my favorite flavors), so I'd be alright! And you know what? Not only was I OK, I felt great after the race. My total hydration had barely dropped. I've been drinking Skratch Labs for well over a year, and even I was impressed! Bravo, guys!

OK, that's all done. Sorry it was so long guys, but I'll let you go now. Until the next one, keep the rubber side down, and your skin off the ground.

Why your bike is way better than any pet you'll ever have

I would apologize for this one, but I'm really not sorry. See, as somebody who has two cats, and has had dogs in the past, I can say confidently that pets are a pain in the ass. I have way less trouble with my bikes than I do with my cats. And cats are supposed to be independent creatures! Now, I'm not saying you should get rid of any animals you have. Just that, in the future, you should look into buying a bike instead of some kind of critter. So, without further ado, here are my reasons why bikes make the best pets, and regular pets are a PITA.

1) Pets will get into things/places that they shouldn't. Like I said, I have a pair of cats, and when they get a wild hair up their asses (which is often, seeing as how they have fur and all), they love jumping up on the counters and table. Except that, you know, that's not cool with me. My bike, though, never goes where it shouldn't. I put it somewhere and come back to it an hour later, it's still friggin there! Unless it decides to fall on the ground. Then, you know, it's on the ground. But still basically where I put it, just not where I want it to be.

2) Pets have to go to the vet. Vet bills. Ugh. I mean, I get why you take your little fuzzball to the vet. But keeping up to date with shots, and paying for a microchip, and then taking them in for check-ups. It all adds up! Don't get me started on when your little furry bundle of joy decides to go and get injured. Then it's crazy pricey! My bike, though? All I have to do is take it in for regular maintenance, replace a few parts here and there, and I'm good! Unless I crash. Then I take it in to make sure nothing is broken or anything.

3) Your bike never gets underfoot. Know what one of the biggest hazards in my house is? Standing up and friggin' walking somewhere. Doesn't matter if I walk from one end of the apartment to the other, or if I walk 10 feet. Know why? Because my cats are gonna try to trip me. Why they do this, I have no idea. Maybe they're plotting my death, and I've just been lucky to survive thus far. My bike, though, just sits under my legs, and doesn't try any of that shit. It just follows where I go. Even if I clip a pedal on something, and I start to crash out, I know that my bike is right underneath me!

4) Pets need food, and attention, and if you're really unlucky, regular baths. My bike, though? Chain lube, oil, and a cleaning from time to time. Big bang boom!

5) Your bike will never leave you. Unless you gave it away or sold it, of course. Pets are douches, and might just walk away from you, even if you call them. Your bike would never ignore you like that.

6) Pets get fur everywhere. Assuming you don't ride in the rain or snow, a bike will only get dirt and grease places. But that's not that hard to clean up, right?! And assuming you do ride in the rain, then all you need to do is clean up the water. Ain't no thang.

7) Pets take up tons of time and attention. My bikes? They only time they take up is when I'm actually riding them. Same goes for the attention! Unless I'm thinking about them, which I do all the time.

8) Pets always want attention, and unconditional love, and for you to spend time with them. Bikes, though, if they could take, just want you to ridden them all the time.

9) Pets typically make noise any time they want something. Whether it be food, water, attention, or to be played with, until they get what they need, all they ever do is make noise! But my bike only makes noise whenever it needs maintenance. Totally different!

These are just a few reasons why I think bikes are way better than pets. I'm not gonna get rid of my cats any time soon, but I always know what'll love me unconditionally: my bike!

What do you guys think? Are there any reasons I missed about why a bike is better than having a pet? Let me know in the comments! And till the next one, keep the rubber side down, and your skin off the ground.

You either like the headwind, or you're wrong

Before I jump into it, I'm gonna preface it with this: this mostly applies to people that do road races, time trials, or the hero on the Saturday/Sunday group pace line. But I do think that there's a bit of info here that everyone can learn from. I'm also going to group crosswinds in the same category as headwinds, because they share many similar qualities. K. Ready?

If you don't like the headwind, then it's about time you get onboard with it, because that shit ain't going anywhere, besides into your face. It's mother-friggin nature. You aren't gonna beat that.

The other day I was out at Fiesta Island, and it had been particularly windy most of the day. As such, a bunch of my riding buddies were texting back and forth, humming and hawing about what the wind would be like on our workout at the island that night. The general consensus? Utter fear.

A casualty of the winds that day

In my mind, Fiesta Island is perfect. The big lap is a 4 mile circular loop that starts off with a crosswind. This transforms rather quickly into a short headwind, then a looooong crosswind, followed by a banking lefthand turn that gives you a tailwind. Just when you think you're about to recover, you sweep left and BOOM! Back into headwind before it tosses you into a crosswind, and then you're right where you left off. Sound grueling? That's because it is, and that's how it should be.

 It teaches you how to be a hardman (or hardwoman), mentally and physically. Seriously. In other words, it's a free training tool.

I specifically choose a ride which involves a long, soul crushing headwind a couple times a week. I do this just so I get more experience and so I get better at breaking people with it. Think about it for a minute. Assuming you've got any decent wind in your area, just think of the number of directions it can come from. Now think of all those different directions that aren't a tailwind, and try not to swallow in shock, mkay?

I can't tell you how many times my ability to ride into a headwind has paid off, and I've broken lesser riders. More often than not, they look up and see me at the front, practically unaffected as I drill a pace, my pull longer and faster than those that came before me. They see my legs continuing to not mash the pedals, but merely spin, and they tremble. It's at this point that they look down and realize that we've picked up a couple miles an hour. Their heart rate begins to climb, as does their power, and they stare, unabashed as I continue pulling, unwilling to let anyone else come to the front. At this point, they begin to doubt themselves. They doubt their abilities. Their very souls cry out in pain and in disgrace. Now, one of two things happens. Either they break mentally, or I continue pulling and break their legs off. Either way, their time in the group is done.

All because I ride into the wind.

If you don't believe that knowing how to be a hardman in the wind is important, I encourage you to watch my main man Jens Voigt crack the peloton in half at stage 5 of the 2013 Tour of California. How did he do it? He went to the front of the pack during a gnarly crosswind and did what Jens Voigt does best: made lesser men cry by putting down the hammer.

The thing is, anyone can ride fast with a tailwind. It's easy to push 25, 28, or even 30 miles an hour with a strong enough tailwind. But turn around and try riding 20 miles an hour into that same wind, and tell me how you do. It's a whole different beast, and it's what separates the men from the boys. The wheat from the chaff. The awesome post race IPA from fizzy yellow beer. Ya see where I'm going with this? A headwind is resistance training that you don't pay for.

Anyone can go for a ride with a tailwind, focus on their miles per hour, and think that you're one bad mamba jamba. But turn around into that headwind, and all of a sudden it's a different story. You look at your speed, and feel an overwhelming sadness come over you. Don't let it. Remember, everyone is encountering the same wind that you are.

If you have a power meter, instead focus on that. That's where the money lies. Power can tell you exponentially more than speed can, simply because power is actually representative of how much...wait for it....power you're putting out. Isn't that a wonder? Speed, in this situation, is irrelevant. Power is everything. Shift up a couple gears if you have to, but always try to put out a consistent amount of power.

Remember two things when riding into a headwind. 1) those guys sucking your wheel are hurting more than you are, and 2) this headwind isn't going to let up, so you may as well embrace it for what it is: a challenge. And eventually, isn't that what cycling is all about? Pushing past your boundaries to become a better cyclist? To get harder, better, faster, stronger? And to hopefully one day be that rider at the front who knows that, on a whim, they can break the legs off of the lesser cyclists behind them?

Get out there. Ride into a headwind. Learn to crush souls, and break legs off. Also, because if you time it right, the way back home is a tailwind, so you can relax and enjoy yourself.

Till the next one, keep the rubber side down, and your skin off the ground!

Simple commute is best commute

I started riding into work a few days ago, and I have to confess, I don't know why I didn't start doing it sooner. It's not distance. My commute is just over 30 minutes each way. Nor is it the fact that I'm scared of the dark, cuz I'm totally not. I think it was just laziness, honestly. See, here's the deal. I'm not a morning person. Never really have been. I'd much rather stay up until 11pm and wake up at 7, than go to bed at 9 and wake up at 5.

Seriously, this was my alarm some days.

But the other day I figured, I'm already technically waking up stupidly early for work. Why not stop putting it off, and go apply Rule #5 to my mornings? So I convinced myself to do it. I said, "self, quit being a whiny bitch, and go out there and Rule V this shit!" And thus, it was so.

Don't get me wrong. That first morning was not one of my finer days. My alarm went off. I smacked my phone. I rolled over. But then part of my brain kicked in and woke up me. That son of a bitch. I keep trying to kill him with beer, but he keeps sticking around.

OK. I was up and awake. Man, this sucks, I thought to myself. But I pressed on, undaunted. Then I realized I'd broken my one cardinal rule of commuting via bike. I hadn't packed my work clothes in my commuter bag the night before. OK. No biggie. So long as I left by 5:25, I'd be good. It was only 5:10. I was golden.

Somehow, though, I managed to leave at 5:35. I blame some kind of weird time vortex manipulation BS that exists only because I woke up at 5am. It definitely wasn't the fact that I wasn't prepared to ride my bike to work, or the fact that I walked back and forth in my apartment about 97 times. Definitely couldn't have been those. Had to have been time manipulation. Anyway, yeah, I got to work late.

But that hardly matters. Waking up in the morning and going for a ride before you really do anything else is friggin' awesome. It woke me up more than my usual morning coffee (grande iced coffee with an add shot, FYI), and resulted in that day being one of the most productive days I'd had all year. And it put me in a good mood, which is a miracle unto itself.

Yup. Kinda like this, but MOAR BETTER.

Best part is, the roads are in pretty decent condition and there wasn't any real traffic to speak of. So I guess my question is, why don't more people commute to work via bike? Or any real kind of alternate transportation? And why the hell did I stop?

Every day that I commute, it saves me gas, it saves me wear and tear on my car, and it keeps me from getting stressed out. If you've ready this post, then you know I kinda sorta already talked about how working out helps make you happy. Didn't read it? Shame on you. Did read it? Thumbs up!

Then there's the fact that one more bike on the road is one less car in its place, of which there are already plenty. I mean, there are a lot of people who do my same work commute. But I think the worst parts are the fact that 1) the traffic is always inconsistent. One day it'll take me 15 minutes to get to work. The next it could take me as many as 30. 2) There's quite a few douchenozzles who'll cut you off. Why? To be a douchenozzle, that's why. If I ride my bike, I solve both of those problems. My commute time will be consistent, and because I take bike paths most of the way, I don't need to worry about people cutting me off.

Will it last? Will I continue this new system of travelling to work? I don't know. But I'm gonna try. And that's where you, my dear reader, come in. I issue this challenge. For every view this post gets, I will commute to work for one day. If it gets 30 views, that's 30 guaranteed days of commuting. 80 views is 80 days. 1 bajillion views? Well, that's pretty much commuting for forever, times infinity. And I challenge you guys to try it, too. If you're not comfortable riding to work, then find another means of transport. Join a carpool. Take the trolley. Do something other than your usual morning routine. Give it a try. If you don't like it, switch back. But no harm ever came from trying.

Till the next time, keep the rubber side down, and your skin off the ground!

Other crappy bike things

OK, so I already did a similar post as this one, but I thought I'd kind of expand on it. Just little things that tend to bother me. For the things that are done by other people, doing any of combination of these things may not put you automatically on my bad side, it will make me essentially shut my ears off, and instead focus on my ride. For the others, these are just things that are a general pain in the ass that aren't, I feel, thought about all that often. So, without further ado, here we go.

Let's say you get a flat tire. "That sucks," you think to yourself. But it's OK. You've got everything you need to fix it. You get off the bike, grab your tools, pull out the flat, swap in the spare tube, start to inflate it, and.....BANG! Pinch flat. You pinched the tube between the wheel and the tire. Now you're doubly hosed, because you have two flat tubes. Pinch flats are the worst thing ever. Not only because you ruin a perfectly good tube, but also because the sound of the tube exploding sounds like a gunshot and scares the bib off of you.

Sticky bar tape. However it happened, once your bars are sticky, there's nothing you can do about it besides suffer in silence. And suffer you will. I dare say having sticky bars is worse than getting gum in your hair. Your life will suck for the rest of the week.

You ever tried to unclip, and almost eat it? Then you'll get a laugh out of this.

Done watching? OK. Did you cringe, too? I did. Because that's happened to me. Inevitably, if you ride enough, you'll fail to unclip and totally eat shit. All you can do is hope you weren't riding with buddies who saw you fall, because they'll never let you live it down. Not ever. Assuming you're not with buddies, then just laugh it off and get back on the bike.

On a related note, say you're stopped. You push off the ground to get going, then try to clip in and totally fail, your leg firing downwards with the force greater than Hulk slamming Loki into the ground. When that happens, all you can do is pray that you don't fall, because then you'll really look like an idiot.

If you don't already know, learn how to change a tire. There's tons of videos on the subject. You can usually get by with a free pass or two if you're inexperienced and riding with friends. But it's one of the basics of riding, and should be learned second only to actually riding a bike.

Oh large vehicles. I love you for your large draft zone, which help pull me at tremendous speeds for extended periods of time, with next to no effort on my part. But so help me, if you fly by me without giving me at least a couple of feet of space, you can be sure that I will think several unkind things about you. There are few things worse than getting buzzed by a bus while it does 45 mph, and insists on passing all super close.

OK. This one is gonna be touchy, and I don't mean to step on anyone's toes here but, well, here we go. Talkers. Now, I want to clarify something. If it's a social ride, and the collective group is sitting around chatting, then that's one thing. What bothers me is when the group settles in, usually after 30 minutes of pedaling or so, and that one chatty Cathy in the group is jabber jawing away in your ear. That part I mentioned in the beginning about tuning you out and focusing on my ride? Yeah, this is the fastest way to get me to that state. Don't get me wrong. If we're just hanging out, then it's all good. But if the conversation is decidedly one-handed, then maybe learn to read the room, or in this case, the road. Shut. Up.

Now, there's a catch to the above. If one person asks the other about their bike, or their workouts, or the like, and there's a back and forth conversation, then that's OK with me. But again, be prepared to read the road and my body language, and shut up when you need to. However, if we're riding, and you want to talk at me about your training or your bike, I will, will ignore you. It's not information I care about. At that point, I'll make it my mission to find any way I can to get away from you, up to and including flatting your tire.

I don't mind chatting while we ride. I'm just the type that prefers it in the beginning of the ride. Because after that first 30 minutes or so, I'm focused on riding. Shit talking, however, is accepted and encouraged at all times.

And, finally, this guy. I mean, really? Really really? How does this happen?!

What do you guys think? Did I miss anything? Were there others you've encountered and wanted to add? Let me know in the comments! Until next week, keep the rubber side down, and your skin off the ground.

On the joys of suffering

I need to confess something, guys. Until today, I hadn't ridden my bike in at least a week. Seriously. Looking back at my training log, I see that my last real ride was 8 days ago. Ouch.

But then on Tuesday, I met up with my coach and we got to talking about why I hadn't thrown a leg over the saddle. It wasn't that I was sick. Nor was it injury. I was just bored. The workouts I was getting just weren't challenging. Yeah, they were consistent. But more often than not, I found myself holding back in order to meet the criteria he set for me. I didn't want to over train, because I've been there, and it sucks. So I held back. And then things got boring. But on Tuesday, I talked with the coach and confessed my feelings about my training plan. And you know what he did? He assigned a workout that "would hurt." And I, in my usual smooth manner, responsed "k." But you know what was going through my head? This.

 Seriously. I've always been a sucker for a challenge. A friend once challenged me to eat a full tablespoon of wasabi. And you know what? I ate that sumbitch, and didn't ask for water, or milk, or anything. I kept my face stoic, just out of sheer force of will. So if my coach wanted to assign a tough workout and to tell me that it was gonna hurt, he had another thing coming.

So I did the workout. And I kicked its ass. But this isn't about my workout. This is about cyclists, and our obsession with suffering. There's very few sports where your success or failure in a race is based on your ability to just be stubborn and suffer through it. We're a unique breed, cyclists. Maybe not the smartest of the bunch, subjecting ourselves to all that pain. But unique no less.

This is a sport that thrives on suffering. We feed on it. It's our drug. Without the pleasure we euphoria we get during an intense sufferfest, there's nothing left except for an empty, soulless void. It's a sport that literally has a set of stationary trainer DVD's called The Sufferfest, who's motto is "I Will Beat My Ass Today To Beat Yours Tomorrow." Doesn't that sound awesome?!

And let's not forget the very embodiment of suffering. The man who all cyclists can agree practically invented suffering. A man whom we would all buy a beer, if given the chance to sit and be regaled with tales of suffering. Jens Voigt.

For the uninitiated, Jens is no man. He's an unstoppable force. And immovable object. If you ever get a chance to watch Jens race, do it. The man is a spectacle in and of himself. But part of the reason cyclists the world over love him is simply because of his tenacious ability to dig deep, suffer, and never give up. He's been known to yell "shut up, legs!" during races. He tells his shadow to keep up with him. This is a man that we all aspire to be.

A friend of mine recently told me of a massive two day event that he rode. Each day was roughly 100 miles, with around 10,000 feet of climbing. He confessed that, on the final day, in the closing miles, while he rode with a friend, he and his buddy each experienced previous unknown levels of pain and suffering. And I thought that sounded awesome. It sounded like so much fun, it immediately made my bucket list.

It was at that point that I decided. Cyclists are great at suffering. People who love suffering are drawn to cycling, like a moth to flame. We may get burned. But man, it's beautiful and glorious. It's painful, and freeing, and enlightening, and peaceful. On the bike, mid-suffer, nothing else exists except for you, the bike, the pain, and your limits. And even the latter may disappear, if you suffer long enough. Yeah, that sounds pretty good to me.

Thanks for reading, guys. If you enjoyed it, feel free to hit up that "share" button. All the cool kids are doing it! Till the next one, keep the rubber side down, and your skin off the ground.

Tips for dating a cyclist

OK. So, I've been tossing this idea around for about a week or so. Mainly because some days I really feel for my poor girlfriend, who has to deal with me talking about FTP, or power to weight ratio, or my diet, or how expensive new kits are, or any of the other hundred things that cyclist think/complain about. So I wanted to maybe give some tips to all those significant others who have chosen to date my lycra clad brethren.

1) We're mostly introverts. Yeah, we may go out and do 40-50 miles on a casual Sunday ride, filled with 20 other people, but we're actually introverted people. We're all simply drawn together by our love of riding our bikes. And lycra. See, the thing is, though, that with all that time we spend pedaling, we have a lot of time to think. About work, riding, you, ourselves, our cat, you, whether or not we should buy a duck (yes, I've spent two hours debating that with myself during a ride.), if we want a beer or a Coke after we're done, what to eat for dinner, you, and also you.

2) Yeah, we're gonna worry about our diet. This is actually a better deal than most people think. Yes, we're gonna worry about our diet. But here's the thing. We're gonna eat what tastes good. If we've found a restaurant or recipe that is not only healthy, but tastes great, then that's what we're gonna eat. We like finding new foods that taste amazing, in addition to being healthy for us. And besides, it's highly unlikely that it's gonna be like this 1000% of the time. We're gonna get those cravings for pizza and hamburgers with a large Coke, as well. Just trust us when we suggest eating a seared ahi steak with lemon sauce, served on a bed of rice/quinoa, with a baked potato, and a side of strawberry chicken salad.

3) Speaking of food, we won't ever say no to leftovers. If you insist on giving them to us, expect us to put up a token resistance, while silently doing a fist pump.

Of course, that's assuming that there are any leftovers at all. I typically cook for a small army. Not because I have a small army, but because I need to cook like that if I'm gonna keep myself fed. Just don't get your fingers too close when you're pointing out how much we've eaten. We don't want to accidentally consume that, too.

4) Expect to learn what FTP is, or zone 3, or a pinch flat, or any of the other hundred things we talk about. OK. Maybe don't expect to learn about them. But expect to hear about them. Cuz we're gonna talk about it. Learning about them only helps you understand us in the long run.

5) If we say we're gonna skip a ride to be with you, that's probably one of the most important things we can do to show you we care. It means that, rather than spend the 3 hours flogging ourselves doing the intervals that we had planned, we're instead going to spend those 3 hours with you. It's a huge compliment.

6) We don't need much in the way of gifts. Odds are, if riding our bike is something we're really into, we're already pretty self sufficient. And we probably have tons of spares of, well, almost everything. But, if you absolutely want to get us a gift, most peoples minds immediately go to buying a bike. Don't. Those things are wicked expensive, and we don't want that kind of money wasted on us. Instead, how about a new set of pedals and cleats? A new chain? Some handlebar grips/tape? I can't think of any cyclist that would say no to some rad socks, or a new bib. In short, buying us spare tubes and such is a nice thought, but they'll probably sit in a drawer, and buying a bike is just plain crazy talk.

7) Tan lines. In addition to the farmers tan, and the tan on our thighs, I also sport a sock and glove tan. And before I swapped to full fingered gloves, I also had tans on my fingers, also from the gloves. You can tell how long we're riding for just by how well defined the tan lines are.

8) No matter where we are, if we see another cyclist ride by, we're going to silently appraise them. It's not that we're not paying attention to you, it's just that we're trying to figure out if we can beat that guy in a race.

9) When there's a major cycling race on TV, expect us to disappear from the world. Seriously. I've been known to go through complete radio silence while I watch each stage of Le Tour, or the Tour of California, or Paris-Nice. We're not ignoring you. It's just that this is our Super Bowl. Every day of the week. For weeks at a time.

10) Our sport can be dangerous. But we love it. It's ours. But because I ride my bike, I have hundreds of amazing photos and experiences that I wouldn't trade for the world.

11) Finally, and this is important. If you aren't on board with all the rest of the reasons, I think that this one will help you appreciate cycling. How do I put this delicately? Our asses look amazing. Especially in the lycra. Even I am amazed at how good my butt looks in the mirror.

So, what do you guys think? Do you have any other tips for dating a cyclist? I'd love to hear your thoughts, so post them in the comments below!

Until the next one, guys, keep the rubber side down, and your skin off the ground.

I have an announcement (and also a thought)

K. So, there's gonna be a short interlude before I get into my post today. I just want to take a minute of your time (and maybe several minutes of my time while I type this out), to announce my latest sponsor: Skratch Labs. I've been using their drink mix for about a year now, and after my first taste, I knew I had to have more of it in my life. Shortly after, I sprung for their cookbook and portables cookbook, and haven't looked back since. Anyone that's ridden with me in the last year has heard me heap praises upon Skratch Labs, and that was before I got a sponsorship. I loved their stuff that much. It's a company that actually cares about athletes and has a personality.

Unlike some of those other sports drinks, which are "engineered," Skratch Labs drink mix is designed to not only be good for you, but also taste freaking amazing. Those other drinks just taste too sugary, and the thought that they were "engineered" that way just doesn't sit well with me. Skratch Labs drink mix? Designed with real ingredients (that you can freaking pronounce!), including real fruit. And real food is good for you, right? Right. Anyway, give their stuff a try. Believe you me, you won't regret it.

Skratch Labs, thank you for the opportunity to represent you in the coming year. Here's to a fantastic 2014 to us both!

Now, onto the blog post.

Yesterday, I went out on a ride. Shocking, right? It was one of those "ride how you feel" days. If I wanted to ride easy, I could. I had carte blanche to ride as easy as I wanted. But I didn't. For about an hour and change, I went out and set a tough tempo, purposefully flaying myself in a number of sections. Then, today, a few friends asked me about the name of the ride. Who, after all, could my worst enemy be? And why would I go on a ride with them?

Before I get into that, I want you to sit back and think for a minute or two. Think about your last race or group ride. Think about the people who surrounded you at the start. Think about your attitude towards them during your ride or race. If it was a group ride, is there someone on the ride who regularly beats you along a particular section of the ride? Maybe it's a hill. Or maybe it's a long, flat section that lets you haul ass. But during these sections, they always drop you. If it was a race, is there someone there that beats you regularly? And maybe that one time when you've got a gap on them, and you think you've got them, and then they show up out of nowhere to edge you out at the line. Frustrating, isn't it?

Now, think about those days when you're riding with, or racing against, them and you decide, consciously decide, that you're just not even gonna try. Your body tries, but you mentally hold back. And that person just devastates you. Despite your body really, actually giving it everything it has, it's your scumbag brain that holds you back.

Stupid brain. It's just along for the ride, anyway!

Here's the thing, though. I, just like you in those situations, go through the exact same thing. There are days when my brain holds me back. In any workout, any race, any riding event, unless I have a mechanical issue with my bike, or I'm the victim of some kind of outside influence (a blown tube, for instance), if I didn't do as well as I'd hoped, then I have no one to blame except for myself.

And it's on those days, the days I don't feel like riding hard, or riding at all, that it's the most important day to train, and train hard. "But Ray," I can hear you saying aloud to yourself. "If I don't feel like riding, what good is it gonna do me if I do?" It's simple. We've all heard the saying that, every time you spend a day sitting on the couch, somebody you race against is out on the bike, right?

Well guess what. That person you race against? I can guarantee you that they have those days where they don't want to ride hard. And they may give in to that urge to sit on the couch. And suddenly, it's you out riding your bike, and not them. All of a sudden, you're the one building up an advantage. In my book, shutting your brain off, and training hard counts for double miles. Not only are you getting the miles of training into your legs, but you're practicing not listening to the one person who can really shut you down: yourself.

Like I said, if you're in a race, and you don't do as well as you'd hoped, it boils down to one of three things: 1) you have a mechanical. 2) you were a victim of outside influence (such as a crash). 3) you held yourself back. You. But by training on those days when your scumbag brain wants to hold you back, you learn. You learn to not only cope, but to break through the wall you put up in your mind. Like Miley Cyrus, you come in like a wreaking ball.

So the long and the short of it is: those days when you just don't feel like it. Keep that up, and those people you keep having trouble with will soon see nothing but the back of your wheels as you ride away from them. Train hard. Race hard.

Tell me guys. Do you have any methods you use to break through the mental block when you don't feel like riding? What is it? If you don't train on those days, how come? Lemme know in the comment section below!

Till the next one guys, keep the rubber side down, and your skin off the ground!

Top 10 annoying things that you can encounter on your ride (it's not as bad as you think!)

Heh. Sorry for the Buzzfeed-esque title. I couldn't help myself. As the title suggests, there just some things that fall under the purview of bike riding that, when they occur, make me just roll my eyes and sigh. Now, this is just my top 10 list. Obviously, yours may vary. But take a seat in the saddle, and let's go for a ride. That's the only pun I'll make. Promise.

1) Leaving the house on a ride, getting a couple miles in, and then realizing you forgot your bottles. That ever happen to you guys? Of course it has. And it's annoying, isn't it? I once had a 6 week stint where, at least once a week, whenever I left the house on a ride, I'd forget my water bottles. But I'd get like, 4-5 miles from home, realize my mistake, and just keep going. I mean, after all, I'd gone way too far already. There was no way I could turn around now. Obviously, I broke out of that habit eventually. But it still made me a bit paranoid about checking my bottles.

2) Speaking of forgetting things, ever forget your socks? Fortunately, this has only happened to me a couple times over the last few years. And, yeah, it's not that bad, compared to forgetting your water bottles. But man, it's just so annoying. Your feet get stuck to the shoes. They sweat. It's uncomfortable. You look silly. It's enough to make you wonder why bad things happen to good people!

Actual photo of me with no socks. What a sad, sad foot.

3) Salmons.

4) This is a two parter. I don't ride with headphones very often, instead choosing to focus on my ride (and also keeping with rule #62). But when I do, both of these things usually happen. First off, the cord running from my jersey pocket, under my jersey, and along my back manages to find the one uncomfortable place on my body, and sticks there. Which is, of course, also the one place I can't ever seem to quite reach. Second, have you ever looked around while wearing headphones, and they pop out of your ears? Ugh. If someone has come up with a solution for that, I'd love to hear it. Hook a brotha up. Because it happens to me all. The. Time. And it makes me sad, because it's usually at that one good part of that one song that I love.

5) Bugs. Yeah, bugs. There was a three month period over the summer where I had to contend with bugs at least once every other week. Once I got stung by a bee. Another time, I had one of these giant guys come up and hit me in the face. Then there was one time I had to deal with what I can only imagine was a metric ton of gnats buzzing around my favorite bike path. It was so annoying, and made me want to punch every bug in the face.

6) Forgetting your gloves. This is probably worse than forgetting your socks. Not just because it's uncomfortable, but mainly because it's uncomfortable. I mean look at it!

Look at his face. Doe he look like he's having fun? Of course not! Why? Because he's not wearing gloves.

7) Hills. Yeah, I said it. Climbing hills. I'm going to be honest. I am not a great climber. In fact, I don't think I even qualify as a decent climber. I'm no Andy Schleck, who's ability to release his tenacious grasp upon gravity and gently yet quickly float up hills is a constant wonder to me. The only reason I climb as OK as I do is out of sheer spite for the hill. Oh. And raw, unadulterated power. But mainly, just spite.

8) Saturday/Sunday Coffee Rides, without the coffee stop. I've been the victim of this exactly once, from someone whom I'm pretty sure was the embodiment of pure evil.

If you promise me a coffee ride, and we don't stop for coffee, then expect me to rummage through your jersey pockets for the rest of the ride, and steal any delicious snacks that you've been saving. You have been warned.

9) Those epicly awful crotch wedgies. That's all I'll say about that.

10) Phantom creaks. Or squeaks. Or any real mystery noise that your bike makes. Especially if it persists after cleaning your bike not once, not twice, but three times. And extra especially if it ends up being something unimportant that's making noise. I once had a bolt that came loose in my water bottle cage. But only such that the bolt would rattle when I had a bottle in the cage, which is hit and miss. This went on for 3 weeks. 3 weeks of the stupid water bottle cage squeaking and creaking for hours on end. And me not being able to find out what the problem was. Ugh. I still have nightmares about it some days. Fortunately, I discovered what the culprit was and fixed it. By throwing it away. Then lighting it on fire and melting it, before finally stuffing it into the jersey pocket of the no-coffee-having-Saturday/Sunday-riding evil person. And now my bike and I are all like,

So, I guess that those are my top ten most annoying things that happen on a ride. But what about you guys? What are some things that annoy you guys the most when you're out on a ride? Is there something that I missed? Let me know in the comments below! 

Remember, guys, keep the rubber side down, and your skin off the ground!

Why riding your bike is the best thing you can do with your time

Any of you guys seen this image pop up on your Facebook feed anytime in the last, oh, I dunno, ever?

If not, go ahead and look at it again. Finished? OK. Look at it one more time, just to be sure you bask in the simplicity of what it's telling you. Feel like you've got it? Alright. Let's continue.

It may come as something as a shock to some of you, but I'm something of a biking enthusiast. And for good reason. Beyond getting me outside to enjoy this gorgeous San Diego weather, there's a ton of benefits to riding your bike. I'll try to stay away from the obvious ones. Or if I touch on them, I'll expand on them, and hopefully you'll learn something new. Let's go for a ride, shall we? Pun intended.

First off, riding your bike improves not only your leg strength, but also improves heart health and strengthens your core. Yeah, that "core" thing that you spent so much time in yoga class developing? Go ride your bike. It'll help. But wait. I said that it also improves heart heath, right? It does. Just doing the equivalent of three, 45 minute rides per week can not only increase your hearth health by 3-7%, but you'll also be "biologically younger," which has even more benefits. In short, though, it makes your body more efficient at regenerating cells, fighting off illness, it keeps you looking younger, and it helps you live longer. And finally, it reduces the risk of heart disease by nearly 50%. Yeah, you read that right. That's 50%. Cheerios, your move.

Next, a fairly obvious one. Cycling reduces your stress levels. Now, first off, I don't want to claim that that's something only cycling does. Working out in general will help reduce your stress levels. I don't know about you guys, though, but I, personally, hate going to the gym. Mainly because it feels like a chore. I feel like it's something I have to do. It's hot, the A/C can't quite keep up, it smells like sweat, and some other person keeps hogging the machine that you need to use so you can just finish up and go home. But none of that applies to riding a bike! First off, riding a bike outside helps your body reset its internal clock, which helps you get a deeper, more restful sleep. Plus, it helps flush out the chemical your body normally produces when it's stressed, which is part of the reason you feel happier, more relaxed, and energetic after a ride.

Ride your bike. Get smarter. Don't believe me? Researchers have shown that a 5% increase in your cardiovascular health not  only helps out your heart (like I said above), but that it helps boost your brain by up to 15%! You see, by taking part in a low to mid intensity exercise, the added flow of oxygen to your brain helps it not only regenerate current cells, but also produce new ones. Most commonly, the largest increase was in memory retention, something that starts to deteriorate once ya hit 30. Ride your bike, remember more things more better!

None of this convincing you? OK. I've got one last argument. Save money by riding your bike. Now, numbers here are a bit tougher to calculate, simply because there's a lot of factors that come into play, so your mileage may vary (Hah! Another pun!). People in larger cities like New York and London see the biggest benefit here, but in numerous cases (and cities), commuting via bike tends to actually be quicker than travelling by car or public transit. Plus, because you don't have the gas, oil, and maintenance costs associated with driving, that's money that gets to stay in your wallet. 

Let's use me and my car for example. Round trip, I have a commute of about 16 miles. Assuming 25 mpg, that's $2.33 per day spent on gas, based on gas being about $3.65/gallon. (16/25=0.64. 3.65x0.64=2.33) Assuming I drive twice a week, obviously that's $4.66 a week (2.33x2). Let's multiply that times 52 (52 weeks in a year), and see what we get. $242.32 saved per year, and that's just in gas, assuming I ride my bike to work twice a week. Starting to sound more appealing yet? 

Obviously, there are a plethora of reasons why you should ride your bike. Frankly, I could probably triple the length of this post, and still not touch on all of them. But don't just take my word for it. Try it. Go out, and ride your bike. You won't regret it. Your wallet, your mind, your heart, legs, and many others will thank you. And hey, you may make a few new friends out there, too. So, as it was so elegantly put in the beginning of my post.....

Till the next one, gang! Keep the rubber side down, and your skin off the ground!

Some days, I really hate riding my bike

OK. So, I promised myself that I wouldn't make a post like that. But as I should know, my promises to myself are practically garbage. Mainly, I wanted to avoid this, because it's always controversial. Now, I know I'm not the only one with strong feelings about the matter. Typically, cyclists fall into one of two camps: either you agree with me, or you disagree. And while I know that only Sith tend to deal in absolutes, this is a subject that both sides feel pretty vehemently about, which leaves little to no room for a middle ground. Additionally, what I want to talk about has so many areas that seem gray, or unclear, that any time the subject is brought up, it sparks an argument.

My intention here isn't to make people argue. I want to get that out of the way right now. My goal here is to, in a way, vent about some misconceptions, on both sides, while simultaneously encouraging a discussion along the way. If you agree, OK. If you don't, that's cool, too.

But first, if I may, I'd like to tell you a story.

So, earlier this week, after picking up my lunch (a bean and cheese burrito, if you're interested), I was driving back to the office along a two lane road. I was in the left lane, and to my ride was a Benz. As we approached a red light, I saw a blue SUV change lanes from behind the Benz, to behind me, to the turn only lane next to me. As we came to a complete stop, I looked at the SUV and noticed just how strangely close to my car he was. In fact, his SUV was juuuuuust barely in the lines for the turning lane.

And then he accelerated and cut over into my lane. Through a red light. The guy deliberately chose an unoccupied lane, just to run a red light and cut me off. Just so that he could get in front of the Benz and I. I'd just like to point out that the Benz and I were going the speed limit, and didn't slow down until the light turned red in front of us. Just wanted to mention that for complete transparency.

Anyway, being the upstanding citizen that I am, as soon as he punched it through the red light and cut me off, I did my due diligence to let him know what I thought of his (highly) illegal maneuver. With my car horn. He responded by flipping me off. But I shrugged it off. There was a good chance that I'd never see that guy again, so when my light turned green, I resumed my drive to the office.

At least, until the next light turned red, catching him again. This time, he was in the rightmost lane, right up front. This crossroad, though, was way busier than the last one. There was no way he'd pull the same stunt here, I thought to myself. Then I watched in shock as he pulled forward a bit. Then some more. Then a little bit more. Then punched it again. Riiiiight through the red light. What a douche, amirite? I mean, who does that? I wished immediately after, and still do, that I'd had sense enough to memorize his license plate and call the cops. 

I think it's safe to say that my reaction was similar to this.

Except that I'm way better looking than this guy. Plus, that jacket he's wearing? Really?

Aaaaanyway....later that day, I went out for a short, sunny bike ride. You know, because SoCal refuses to acknowledge seasons. I mean, seriously, check this shit out. This was just from a few days ago.

So anyway, I was out riding my bike, and came up on a red light. Because I'm a law abiding citizen, I braked, then unclipped, then stopped and waited for it to turn green again. As I waited, I saw a pair of other bike riders slow down, look both ways, and then blow through it. I looked at the car next to me and met the drivers eyes, and each of us shook our heads. Especially because a car came flying through the intersection just a few seconds after the riders ran the light.

The sad thing is, I saw about half dozen riders perform this very act during my short 1.5 hour ride. And what was just as surprising was my own subdued reaction. Oftentimes, I ignored their actions, instead focusing on my own. At most, it caused me to shake my head. Why was my reaction to the driver so strong, yet not so when witnessing essentially the same thing amongst my cycling brethren? 

It's just my theory, but I think it's the general attitude of cycling. I can't speak for other states, but I know that in California, bicycles are treated as vehicles. We can't drive on sidewalks, nor are we (technically) allowed to ride on them. Both cars and bikes need to utilize a turn signal when changing lanes. And, yes, we both need to stop at stop signs and red lights. 

I can just imagine all my cycling friends doing this right now.

The ironic thing is, we, as cyclists, get angry at drivers who are angry at us for running red lights and stop signs. It's a self-perpetuating cycle, and one with no winners. They yell at us, telling us to get out of the street, and we yell back, saying that they bought a car, not the road. I'll admit it. I've been on the receiving end of the yelling. And I've yelled back. To the driver, I'm nothing more than a slow pain in the ass lawbreaker, delaying him by that precious 20 seconds before he can floor it past me. 

I don't know about others, but I don't like the stereotype. It's why I've vowed fight against it, in my own way. It's why, if I come up to a red light or a stop sign, you'll see me stop. Because it's the law. And because I want to show drivers that we aren't all rogues who ride bikes just to break a law that, to us, may seem stupid. The thing is, I've seen the difference in the way drivers treat me. Hell, a driver actually rolled down his window during one ride to compliment me on stopping at a stop sign. Then he made an offhand comment about how every other cyclist he'd seen would just blaze through the stop sign. I see the difference my actions make when I come up to a 4-way stop, and yield to the car that stopped before me. 9 times out of 10, they'll wave me through. I like to think that it's out of respect for the fact that I respect them. 

But whatever the reason, I'm just glad that they're not running me down with their 2,000+ pound death machine. Because when it comes down to it, we cyclists are protected by little more than air. Cars? Yeah, they're a big steel box. I don't think I need to paint a picture of what happens when your air bubble comes into contact with a steel box, but suffice to say, that air basically throws out the deuces, and gets out of the way. I, personally, haven't known anyone be seriously hurt by a car, I'd like to keep those injuries to a minimum.

Now, I know that it's tough, being a law abiding cyclist, and being hassled by car drivers who hate us. But honestly, guys, this is a long term fight that we simply can't afford to lose. Prior to the installation of its bike share program, New York nearly lost most, if not all, of it's bike lanes. Toronto's mayor, yeah, Rob Ford of crack smoking fame has also publicly admitted his disdain for the humble bike. I don't want us to lose this fight.

Now, there's a lot of common arguments for why we (we=cyclists) shouldn't have to stop. But whatever they are, I'mma let you finish, but I just wanna say, it's the law that we stop. You may not agree with it. But it is what it is.

The fact of the matter is, riding a bike is a simple, beautiful pleasure that gives back to the community, often times in subtle, subliminal ways. So let's go and show drivers that we're here, we're ready to play nice. I love my bike. I'd just love it more if I knew that I won't be on the receiving end of an unwarranted insult and being honked at.

Sorry for the long, kind of rant post, guys. I promise, something happier and more light hearted for the next one! In the meantime, I'll finish this up with some exclusive footage of me, the first time I climbed onto a mountain bike. My skills haven't exactly improved since then, sad to say.

Till the next one, guys, keep the rubber side down, and your skin off the ground!