tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66965667932237872572024-02-07T01:01:32.586-08:00Broke 'N' FixedLife behind (handle) bars in the south Puget Sound.Broke N Fixedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021283581568267545noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696566793223787257.post-29837984945271007052009-03-24T13:39:00.000-07:002009-03-24T13:44:59.671-07:00No Wheels and a Board<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiPdlNn6peBAsqzK5XE2I3bdC6ePRhtEx7wpi4fvEyWs3LMHJ5182rLTdjChs89rs4QbkwNtkKn9BXFerYBdYv_gAeQorQ-lyht1Nm28pGBmkAgbjpA7bKNq25OxArDaM_wPn0grEwjQ/s1600-h/boarding.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316856996515926978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiPdlNn6peBAsqzK5XE2I3bdC6ePRhtEx7wpi4fvEyWs3LMHJ5182rLTdjChs89rs4QbkwNtkKn9BXFerYBdYv_gAeQorQ-lyht1Nm28pGBmkAgbjpA7bKNq25OxArDaM_wPn0grEwjQ/s320/boarding.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>OK....my life doesn't <em>completely</em> revolve around cycling sports. I snowboard and do other activities too. With this winter stretching well into the spring, it's hard to turn down fresh powder. I've been doing a lot of riding....just not on my bike. I'd say that I hope the weather warms up soon, so I can get back to cycling, but the truth is, I think I enjoy snowboarding just as much!</div><div> </div><div>Maybe I should invest in one of those wacky <a href="http://www.snowbike.us/">Snowbikes</a> so that I can enjoy the best of both worlds......</div>Broke N Fixedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021283581568267545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696566793223787257.post-54908758157907013292009-02-23T22:05:00.000-08:002009-02-23T22:33:17.397-08:00Capital Punishment<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuAYOtK1tMJwoVB5Hm1nSzXocovIpOk4N1Rit-96HcqOoMjA47GV90vYtf1WBdZM5dNAaE2ESN0D27XRxnpGRbxBB9XFSdCpPRgkvpO9LO1piOxBUPVTPUnrptqfJmTkxtB4ttGstg6w/s1600-h/executioner.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306244471258524210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuAYOtK1tMJwoVB5Hm1nSzXocovIpOk4N1Rit-96HcqOoMjA47GV90vYtf1WBdZM5dNAaE2ESN0D27XRxnpGRbxBB9XFSdCpPRgkvpO9LO1piOxBUPVTPUnrptqfJmTkxtB4ttGstg6w/s200/executioner.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Somebody stole my Iron Horse right off the car rack <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yesterday</span>. Cops said that there has been a rash of bike thefts in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">area</span> recently. Officer P also said that there were a few kids he suspected that may have been the culprits. I asked him why, if these kids were notorious bike thieves, they were still out on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">streets</span>. </p><p>I am big proponent of both corporal and capital punishment. If we strapped <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">thieves</span> to poles and whipped them with sticks, beat them with bats and broke some bones, I have a hunch that theft would decrease around here. If theft carried the possible sentence of death, I guarantee the amount of theft in this area would go down. </p><p>Bike <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">thieves</span> had a special place in my tar black heart. Unfortunately, this is not the first time myself or a family member has fallen victim to these assholes. The first time I encountered these pieces of shit was when I was 8 or 9 and somebody stole my brother's custom Patterson <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">BMX</span> bike. I have had 4 bike stolen from me in my time. Well, 3.5 bikes. I once had some son of a bitch take a sledgehammer to my bike lock , thus denting the frame so badly it was rendered useless. I had a friend in college who had his entire roof rack stolen with his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Cannondale</span> Jekyll on top. </p><p>Yes, I definitely advocate the death penalty for bike thieves. Maybe I'll run for judgeship next election year. I guarantee theft and population density will both decrease on my watch.....</p>Broke N Fixedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021283581568267545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696566793223787257.post-28375655166067626352009-02-18T19:15:00.000-08:002009-02-18T19:19:39.221-08:00Hump 2 Lips<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVb-FJs66lv9lRFMDMDBKxg-rr4Ylb_0-sulbr9hyJ_T0qgt5amofLo2oSOMqgozxjJngyuAOUFv9q7tJ9z9UTTJ90IQPXzazw3PkzqYNUQokBaxcnJcRSb4nSNL41rzxBS95_fvlIg/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVb-FJs66lv9lRFMDMDBKxg-rr4Ylb_0-sulbr9hyJ_T0qgt5amofLo2oSOMqgozxjJngyuAOUFv9q7tJ9z9UTTJ90IQPXzazw3PkzqYNUQokBaxcnJcRSb4nSNL41rzxBS95_fvlIg/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304342716915674114" border="0" /></a><br />I thought I'd climb Honky Hill with my new Whitey Wheels by way of Kracker Krossing.Broke N Fixedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021283581568267545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696566793223787257.post-8705813190053486352009-02-18T18:55:00.000-08:002009-02-18T19:15:44.595-08:00Here's Mud in My Eye<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCtCW8uAi6YQZluFCnOa8qGN8mk1HAn1eZhhOeeH3EmRTZKIOrFrXM7j5RYgUneHm21jyhrmAlresun-RYYHP6WPVRVrn33P13T3Oy9l2P6CTM9Hf5VESqsjhvtpd0jwApTr4VRv5YWQ/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCtCW8uAi6YQZluFCnOa8qGN8mk1HAn1eZhhOeeH3EmRTZKIOrFrXM7j5RYgUneHm21jyhrmAlresun-RYYHP6WPVRVrn33P13T3Oy9l2P6CTM9Hf5VESqsjhvtpd0jwApTr4VRv5YWQ/s200/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304341873053370706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Mountain bike season is in full swing. Unfortunately, I don't have the time at this point to do the epic rides I'd like. This damn work thing gets in the way of any REAL riding during the week. On the flipside, being unemployed seriously reduces the riding budget. What can you do? If I wasn't so fat (thanks to my rediculous desk job), maybe I could think about going pro, thus eliminating the need to split my time between work and riding.<br />But since, I'm not getting any younger or thinner, I'd better get slaving away...I think the boss is coming down the hallway.Broke N Fixedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021283581568267545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696566793223787257.post-17959807118223564722009-02-17T22:07:00.001-08:002009-02-18T19:12:17.848-08:00Free, but still broke<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9tXXiCs4kIHQSHkUrWRiasYaGI53eouShCgiPb5a_1eqbRjySex3BQfNO_YWX3C9d8lwgJAkttE9EL_Zs-xLqJY3d3AW_O-RMIEwbBpVtcQUCFgesvTSdhT09EqlwOLpxKnXfZcFmPw/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9tXXiCs4kIHQSHkUrWRiasYaGI53eouShCgiPb5a_1eqbRjySex3BQfNO_YWX3C9d8lwgJAkttE9EL_Zs-xLqJY3d3AW_O-RMIEwbBpVtcQUCFgesvTSdhT09EqlwOLpxKnXfZcFmPw/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304340993150935778" border="0" /></a><br />As I stated in the previous post, I have finished my Fixed Gear Year.<br />12 months of nothing but fixie baby! While it was a great time, it's time to become a "normal" cyclist again. If there was one important thing I learned last year, it is that coasting can be good.....sometimes. So, as my horizons expand, so will my blog.<br />Road season's about to open, and I have about 40lbs of winter fat to lose.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4zL_5OtnKLp4PZB5mV8aE9DxLlo_d463N3g_VI6JjeR0u8NE2wtaIXAun2pk8tUaJ1dxAyO5uzYJPR4bleQS-1jncrvIP5d8sCn-Seh09Sdwnu8dfOprd2EucMiv_e_lYpFXpZpCvsw/s1600-h/001.JPG"><br /></a>Broke N Fixedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021283581568267545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696566793223787257.post-35281863056442354622009-02-17T21:43:00.000-08:002009-02-18T19:13:38.914-08:00MS Ride 2008<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHvPahbZnpbTm5PW0_LAyo81yqm4tEZh3PR-FFdERgcu_TL_FK1dLk38axnRgUD3QpOypU3XdXKxJ5FQn1xUTRxUL4rbooBg5Pdi75InRnHNjJOpRgNd3B1QScPPX9vTJazJniZuAdQ/s1600-h/MS1502008010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHvPahbZnpbTm5PW0_LAyo81yqm4tEZh3PR-FFdERgcu_TL_FK1dLk38axnRgUD3QpOypU3XdXKxJ5FQn1xUTRxUL4rbooBg5Pdi75InRnHNjJOpRgNd3B1QScPPX9vTJazJniZuAdQ/s200/MS1502008010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304341322076847682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />The MS Ride 2008 wrapped up my Fixed Gear Year. The ride was great, met some cool new people as I usually do on any ride. Quite a few people commented on my sanity. Ran into some old friends and had a great time all the way around....except for the mice. You see, while I camped out at last year's event, this year I decided to rent a quaint "cabin" in the hills of Mt Vernon.<br />Cabin my ass! It resembled more of a ramshackle garage with a bed and one those old big screen TV's. The shower had radiant heated floors however...not quite sure the rationale on that one. Anyhow, I was getting my trusty Redline 925 prepped for the weekend's events when my girlfriend screamed that a giant rat had run across the floor by the TV. I figured she was hallucinating since we had recently dealt with a rougue mouse in our apartment. As I lashed my number plate to the handlebars, I too noticed an errant rodent scurrying across the floor. Not a rat, but not quite a mouse.<br />Later that night, we heard rodents playing rugby in the walls and ceiling. The next morning, a rat-mouse almost fell onto my girlfriend's head as it scaled the doorframe. The second night, we created a makeshift barricade from a glass tabletop so as to keep the mice from walking into the bedroom via the doorway.<br />I'm camping out again next year! See you on the course!Broke N Fixedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021283581568267545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696566793223787257.post-58663408818649606132008-08-28T20:29:00.000-07:002008-08-28T20:47:56.437-07:00Critical Mass<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwkhtf-fqwGgUQJaocXDbTE8uyQ640oy2QSH6xCJw82CbeAAFIB7U-EPA4cPSEQe5LCAetwReMhhloSJY_WYAGHrNCFmd7Y_BKmdnzZtFP0Rl7gV-knJL1BloE5xmGcx49MLBoB5WMTg/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwkhtf-fqwGgUQJaocXDbTE8uyQ640oy2QSH6xCJw82CbeAAFIB7U-EPA4cPSEQe5LCAetwReMhhloSJY_WYAGHrNCFmd7Y_BKmdnzZtFP0Rl7gV-knJL1BloE5xmGcx49MLBoB5WMTg/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239776839841096706" border="0" /></a><br />Last Friday of the month means <a href="http://http://critical-mass.info/">Critical Mass</a>. I will be riding in one of them, and I'll see you there!Broke N Fixedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021283581568267545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696566793223787257.post-90569542235712593272008-08-28T19:38:00.000-07:002008-08-28T20:14:54.552-07:00Black Diamond Century<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhzg1IKEZ0nzl3hrHJR9m-xtuzYEKjU7_2QjX6uYG4UbZg91abN1vYZZzPn39ss3nUYILv1AgFBuV6uCdBpYkK4YMJ6HT9AgBzcArg1eEZzW1H5fS_o9293ZpIoueUDinjtoE5PwqM-g/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhzg1IKEZ0nzl3hrHJR9m-xtuzYEKjU7_2QjX6uYG4UbZg91abN1vYZZzPn39ss3nUYILv1AgFBuV6uCdBpYkK4YMJ6HT9AgBzcArg1eEZzW1H5fS_o9293ZpIoueUDinjtoE5PwqM-g/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239764064136424626" border="0" /></a>While most people are taking the long weekend off to relax, I'm riding a century to help out <a href="http://%20http//www.jdrfnwride.org/blackdiamond.html">diabetes</a> in <a href="http://http//www.blackdiamondfire.com/">Black Diamond</a> before the <a href="http://http//bikewas.nationalmssociety.org/site/PageServer?pagename=BIKE_WAS_homepage">MS150</a>. That means waking up at 4:30 to make the 6:00 check in. I hope they have coffee at the starting line.<br />Then it's off to <a href="http://http//www.visitmoclips.com/">the coast</a> Sunday morning to do some <a href="http://http//www.skimonline.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">skim boarding</span></a>.<br /><br />So, I guess I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">relaxing</span> in my own way...Broke N Fixedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021283581568267545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696566793223787257.post-72770019504886564602008-05-17T22:25:00.000-07:002008-12-10T10:17:38.463-08:00Ride of SilenceRide of Silence<br />May 21, 2008.<br />For those in the South Sound:<br /><a href="http://www.rideofsilence.org/locations-domestic.php?s=WA#WA">http://www.rideofsilence.org/locations-domestic.php?s=WA#WA</a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEignNO7S_qNnRuh82V2OaHJheOvvPkX51lSGJJD_L0TwtziJEm1Z5EwwNMEYkv2ts8YDlbtZ1hy4cn88UN_2lMGx3Sy7TDXyUNLX2jrMsWo-RL2W1e2h5m_y_M4QjppvYbfhnBp8rtlyA/s1600-h/pix+067.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201585361637826642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEignNO7S_qNnRuh82V2OaHJheOvvPkX51lSGJJD_L0TwtziJEm1Z5EwwNMEYkv2ts8YDlbtZ1hy4cn88UN_2lMGx3Sy7TDXyUNLX2jrMsWo-RL2W1e2h5m_y_M4QjppvYbfhnBp8rtlyA/s400/pix+067.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Broke N Fixedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021283581568267545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696566793223787257.post-71747862350687855392008-05-17T22:15:00.000-07:002008-12-10T10:17:38.607-08:00Golden Globes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuKNQ-S_gShpAnF4Mk1h00lHzTIJe9p6YNfZKtjd1N3boOmNojtk-D7nIjZ9qu0B2LhCol7_AC8hiecFuWiq8Ou2iD7-yOBvVNmK3RdIidmENeBhu5Zeo6_Gbf_l7DJjhK11VOkBeKCQ/s1600-h/pix+098.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201582569909084226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuKNQ-S_gShpAnF4Mk1h00lHzTIJe9p6YNfZKtjd1N3boOmNojtk-D7nIjZ9qu0B2LhCol7_AC8hiecFuWiq8Ou2iD7-yOBvVNmK3RdIidmENeBhu5Zeo6_Gbf_l7DJjhK11VOkBeKCQ/s400/pix+098.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I'm guessing because of the golden globes.</div><div>Just a guess..</div>Broke N Fixedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021283581568267545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696566793223787257.post-12499836795403368032008-05-17T20:04:00.000-07:002008-12-10T10:17:39.004-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNh8AT4vbU33kzhbg4gTvFo5emiU4A8bbthkXsRDKBXsQ7oEiOmCaw7FkSy56RbPqpApm9vk32D6w5eYDYR1IDoDOcWrEKEX8t4jsIJr7QQwqOL4jtkq5LMdAlHMDUXwN7F_ZBUuDaVw/s1600-h/pix+126.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201551564540174370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNh8AT4vbU33kzhbg4gTvFo5emiU4A8bbthkXsRDKBXsQ7oEiOmCaw7FkSy56RbPqpApm9vk32D6w5eYDYR1IDoDOcWrEKEX8t4jsIJr7QQwqOL4jtkq5LMdAlHMDUXwN7F_ZBUuDaVw/s200/pix+126.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCuF1LKUTZjcAf4lBEOgpoA4tXaDaopWhPHSqNeSo1rjV-KF2NGf6fPI5CvqdK8eZSklm5t7GLcNc-Fi-dTKV1xVSvBnZsUunox4gAtof6x_Y8gJCtH_CdaKAY_3-OEoSc9AI1ruWnZg/s1600-h/pix+128.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201549417056526354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCuF1LKUTZjcAf4lBEOgpoA4tXaDaopWhPHSqNeSo1rjV-KF2NGf6fPI5CvqdK8eZSklm5t7GLcNc-Fi-dTKV1xVSvBnZsUunox4gAtof6x_Y8gJCtH_CdaKAY_3-OEoSc9AI1ruWnZg/s320/pix+128.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vashon_Island"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Vashon</span>_Island</a> doesn't see 90 degrees very often, especially not in May. </div><br /><p>Hell...who am I kidding? The south Puget Sound rarely sees 90 degrees...period. </p><p>My brother and his wife drove down from up north and we hopped the ferry to ride <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Vashon</span>. As the most experienced of the group, I should have taken it upon myself to carry a map of the island so I could ensure a good ride. But I'm lazy and I have a habit of getting lost on my bike. My unfortunate family members were just along for the ride.</p><p>Literally.</p><p>We chose the less evil of the two climbs coming off the ferry dock. My mind went into the usual autopilot of trying to keep a comfortable cadence. I had attempted to swap out a smaller <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">chainring</span> the night before, but my 40T was the wrong bolt pattern. But, it was free so I can't really bitch. Up...up...and up I went...until my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Phonak</span> cap was filled with sweat.</p><p>Pull over. Remove cap. Oh yeah, there's other people behind me. Suffering up the climb. Newbies and family. One in the same. They're not THAT far behind. They'll live. Must push on...</p><p>As my lost family members crested their first big climb, I assured them that the worst was over.</p><p>Boy was I wrong....</p><p>We rode on, taking in the scenery and sweating in the rare <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Pac</span> NW heat. The three of us were making good time. I thought "ride into town, get lunch, relax, ride back."</p><p>Again....I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">should've</span> brought a map. </p><p>After stopping at a crossroad, we decided to go right.</p><p>Oh cool...look at the scenery...oh neat...oh shit...we're on another island...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">WTF</span>??</p><p>It's cool. There's an entire group of a dozen or so riders behind us. They'll give us directions if we ask.</p><p>"Hey Mister, can you tell us how to get into town?"</p><p>Oh...you have no clue where you're going either. </p><p>Shit. </p><p>Oh hey, there's a fire station. Let's get directions. </p><p>Go back the way we came?</p><p>OK. </p><p>Ride, ride, ride, ride...take a right here. Left at the stop sign. Wall of a climb. No momentum. Fixed gear. Walk. No problem. Short hill.</p><p></p><p>WRONG!!</p><p>Longish hill. Keep walking. Crest hill.</p><p>Ride, ride, ride.</p><p>Town coming into view.</p><p>Phew!</p><p>Eat BLT. Relax.</p><p>Back on the bike. Fueled up ready to rip. Let's go! </p><p>Hey, we've been here before! Cool. Sweet views.</p><p>Too hot...want to die....</p><p>We eventually made it back to the ferry dock with. I think the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">famdamn</span> had successfully completed the hardest ride they had ever done. I had another (hard) 30 miles under my fixed belt, and the Brooks is starting to take shape.</p><p>Next time, I'll bring a map so I don't have to look like a bitch as my sister in law <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">out climbs</span> me even though she has 27 times as many gears...plus I'm fat.</p>Broke N Fixedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021283581568267545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696566793223787257.post-32035279598329378022008-04-18T22:36:00.001-07:002008-12-10T10:17:41.897-08:00100K fixed<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5rZ77Int9jfoDxMMZ3bItkr6D0F2FGZjRb5rpF9OzWkeSpfTqIaH2rJTN00-iZ6tdcz5cKbHgPGWjRhGT9pqgmuBdhbSQNUnNFvJVC8tFX3fGxMB3UG7u5zVrnQPmOlZ7VOjwbSoXnA/s1600-h/pix+099.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190826571917634610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5rZ77Int9jfoDxMMZ3bItkr6D0F2FGZjRb5rpF9OzWkeSpfTqIaH2rJTN00-iZ6tdcz5cKbHgPGWjRhGT9pqgmuBdhbSQNUnNFvJVC8tFX3fGxMB3UG7u5zVrnQPmOlZ7VOjwbSoXnA/s200/pix+099.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>The <a href="http://www.twbc.org/events/daffodil/2008ElevProfileEatonville61.pdf">Daffodil</a> Classic marked my first over 50 mile ride on the fixed gear. While my top speed, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">consequently</span> my average speed, suffered, the climbs were easier than anticipated. I admittedly had to walk a few short sections but no entire climbs. It was certainly a different experience...especially when <em>everybody</em> whizzed past me on the descents. But as far as I'm aware, I was the only person who rode the course on a fixed or even a single speed--so I don't feel too bad.</p><p>I have never fielded so many questions on a ride before. Everyone kept asking me how the hills were treating me. The hills were fine so long as I was going UP them. It was the DOWN that hurt! I think I developed carpel tunnel from squeezing the front brake. Yet some cheered me on and others just thought I was nuts.</p><p>Somewhere along my return from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Eatonville</span>, I missed a course marking and rode all the way into Graham on the wrong road. Oops. My girlfriend, a Graham native, quickly corrected my path via cellphone and I was off again. I was only a few miles off....</p><p>All in all, I have to say that I enjoyed the first long distance fixed ride. I was in horrible pain the next day however. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Heh</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">heh</span>! </p><p>Would I do it again?</p><p>Hell yeah!</p><p>Will I do it again?</p><p>Hell yeah!</p><p>See you at the next charity ride.</p><p></p><p></p>Broke N Fixedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021283581568267545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696566793223787257.post-21211273255746622542008-04-12T00:30:00.000-07:002008-12-10T10:17:43.077-08:00Kill Hipsters<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxR5XmrueKdNADevd80XVzePEW_Pd819dGVjyljMovFF-XDXi8OU2rTTJHuJ3hFjd-xTK4us5DOVF_NeobKA9RJjzEe5muhBQB5Hv3tDPM-P0NEzGUoEs6PDZ38iK9d2v_SJOoDG7mdg/s1600-h/pix+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188266511250890018" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxR5XmrueKdNADevd80XVzePEW_Pd819dGVjyljMovFF-XDXi8OU2rTTJHuJ3hFjd-xTK4us5DOVF_NeobKA9RJjzEe5muhBQB5Hv3tDPM-P0NEzGUoEs6PDZ38iK9d2v_SJOoDG7mdg/s200/pix+014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>A former co-worker of mine got me into the whole charity riding thing last year and I'm glad she did. I enjoy riding my bike, and as much as I can't stand most people, I like to help out where I can. When I told her I'd be bringing the trusty 925 on the 2007 MS 150, she hinted that I was nuts...which may be true. I joked that I'd ride the whole weekend fixed (which I didn't...I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pussed</span> out and rode the free side). My friend asked me if I still had brakes on the 925. Of course I do (well...I did...now I just have "brake"). She was relieved because, as she told me:<br /><br />"Fixes kill hipsters."<br /><br />Which may be true. I haven't read any studies on hipster death recently. But, even if it does, <a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NaLS8ujy5p8">what the fuck do I care</a>? I like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Motorhead</span> not Modest Mouse. The guys on the <a href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=H63FivObTLM">pink <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">fixies</span></a> in the tight girls' jeans don't have anything in common with me. My fixed gear isn't just for coffee shop runs to get some caramel blow me latte.<br /><br />In my opinion, kill the hipsters. Hell, if we don't do it, they'll just commit suicide while listening to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">emo</span> music anyway.</div>Broke N Fixedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021283581568267545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696566793223787257.post-25422117837447837802008-04-11T23:40:00.000-07:002008-12-10T10:17:43.473-08:00First Fixie Ride<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEuS8CKwxFi6GESapfL0UbtAW7nA6IRSV-Es3QQYcRytq40GpYg2eeZ15UYBkU3VJoslGxDNna9EuV4984mV033wWIDJHBxmCcSOLBGOazmR-0ge079Y66fOKPlICvnQxmnNti457euA/s1600-h/pix+085.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188255954221276434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEuS8CKwxFi6GESapfL0UbtAW7nA6IRSV-Es3QQYcRytq40GpYg2eeZ15UYBkU3VJoslGxDNna9EuV4984mV033wWIDJHBxmCcSOLBGOazmR-0ge079Y66fOKPlICvnQxmnNti457euA/s200/pix+085.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I called the LBS today, and whaddayaknow, the front wheel that I ordered had come in! That was the present to myself that I needed after putting up with my usual shitty work week. As I popped my head into the LBS, the owner presented me with my shiny new Alex rim with it's low flange Formula hub. I picked out a couple of new water bottles to replace my moldy, dirty old ones that I never wash, picked out a pair of chain tensioners, and cringed at my oncoming heart attack as he ran my debit card through the machine. I reminded myself that I had budgeted for this...I knew this was coming, but it still hurts. I wish bike stuff was free....I suppose if I were sponsored it would be free. But I'm not sponsored and my stuff is not free which is why I drive an old Toyota.</div><br /><div>In any case, I convinced myself that I had finished my business at the LBS. But no. The owner had other plans for me. On my way out, he handed me flyers for upcoming tours and charity rides. How could I say no to the only guy in the state that could get the exact wheel I was looking for at a moment's notice? Besides, I like tours and love charity rides that help out others. People have always looked at me as the crazy guy on the single speed. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"You're gonna ride 100 miles on WHAT???!!??!?!?!"</div><br /><div>Hey, given my current financial situation, it's my only bike. It's my commuter, my bad weather commuter, my touring bike, my weekend bike. Some days it has full fenders and Buddy Flaps, some days it has none. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>But this will be my first ride over 50 miles on the fixed side of the hub. I usually do anything 50 miles or above on a 16T freewheel. I removed the rear brake to avoid any temptation to flip the back wheel. After riding on my newly matched wheelset, I think the Daffodil Classic (yeah, THAT sounds fucking tough....I'm so bad ass) will be nice and smooth. Yet I know I'll have nightmares of bonking and looking like a moron for the next two days. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"Fixies are for hipsters moron!"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I am pretty confident I can prove them all wrong, and maybe even show up a few carbon fiber yuppies in the process. Not many, but a few....</div>Broke N Fixedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021283581568267545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696566793223787257.post-44450120025551185562008-04-03T23:26:00.001-07:002008-12-10T10:17:43.770-08:00What We Need<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNyI2moKLf1DUyEX2TUJB5POiw9x281Z54l-hyM-Z6NYHsFHu4Wvv_-sNi2d_D5fhSEAcVbN2fNmtkuJSPfKOmOOoMqV1mwUkYbPaYfXrHtYE1bOe_v1zEApwxwH4_iQhLbkAxqu7sOg/s1600-h/blog+pics+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185272950492700018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNyI2moKLf1DUyEX2TUJB5POiw9x281Z54l-hyM-Z6NYHsFHu4Wvv_-sNi2d_D5fhSEAcVbN2fNmtkuJSPfKOmOOoMqV1mwUkYbPaYfXrHtYE1bOe_v1zEApwxwH4_iQhLbkAxqu7sOg/s200/blog+pics+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Something we all need....a cop barricade. </div>Broke N Fixedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021283581568267545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696566793223787257.post-26578383699158012122008-04-03T21:59:00.000-07:002008-12-10T10:17:43.912-08:00Yuppie Bars<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4RPRgoZkqY4qD1-9RGMBOCbqmgNstDMyEoDg7uxDQ1PsMwxGEHBn1pSIZqKZdgt07A3rhvVCZbY3-FW3oxRhNf_-a-JISw6rVoKyuJ9YrVkx2VUqonz5mh7t-AFUNM6-qghS4tnK6rw/s1600-h/IMGP0404.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185600600662810098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4RPRgoZkqY4qD1-9RGMBOCbqmgNstDMyEoDg7uxDQ1PsMwxGEHBn1pSIZqKZdgt07A3rhvVCZbY3-FW3oxRhNf_-a-JISw6rVoKyuJ9YrVkx2VUqonz5mh7t-AFUNM6-qghS4tnK6rw/s200/IMGP0404.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Apparently somebody started a rumor years that if you put <a href="http://www.rei.com/product/639526"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">aerobars</span></a> on your bike, <em>any </em>bike, then you not only become faster and cooler but you can also ride the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seattle_to_Portland"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">STP</span></a> on your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Novara</span> hybrid...with your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">aerobars</span>, finish in a respectable time and be nice and comfy because you have a million hand positions.<br />Fucking yuppies.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Aerobars</span> have been my nemesis the last few days. It seems with spring on the cusp, all the yuppies are donning their tights, balaclavas, full fingered gloves, and obnoxious "safety yellow" windbreakers in an attempt to "brave" the 55 degree weather in an early season training ride. Full carbon Italian race bikes, steel touring bikes, aluminum hybrids purchased at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">REI</span> all donning those fucking cheesy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">aerobars</span>. Cadence, calories and Campy have been the subjects of chatter amongst the ranks of the yuppie charity riders and wannabe racers with more money than skill.<br /><br />As I bummed around "downtown" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Puyallup</span>, searching for traffic to play in, I spied a pair of said <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">aerobar</span> using yuppies. So I quietly took chase. I watched as the pair of men weaved all over the road in a debate on where to stop as the traffic light turned red. Apparently, they had a split <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">descision</span> because one guy stuck to the left side of the lane as the other wobbled his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">aerobar</span> equipped ride between a car and the curb. Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Aerobar</span> slowed and was attempting a shaky <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">trackstand</span> as I pulled up behind him. I think Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Aerobar's</span> eyes were fixed on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">aerobar</span> itself because he kept creeping forward as if he were chasing the thing.<br /><br />When the light turned green, I let Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Aerobar</span> and his pal pull me for a block or so. After I realized that 15 MPH was the terminal speed for an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">aerobar</span>, I turned up the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Metallica</span> (the Cliff Burton years) on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">iPod</span>, dropped the hammer on the full <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">fendered</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">mudflapped</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">fixie</span> and let the guys know I was coming up on the left.<br /><br />That was the last I saw of Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Aerobar</span>...<br />Maybe I'll see them at a charity ride this season. Who knows?</div>Broke N Fixedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021283581568267545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696566793223787257.post-67467831674615508972008-04-02T14:03:00.000-07:002008-12-10T10:17:44.303-08:00Cops, Cars and Crashes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQEgVBvz86RCplI2kSicOwJyM8KKv708KgbMiEaAGXpnz3Mc2C_TinBzl0EN9BQEcXLFgUDxFSIXTFjSKkBiH7gRYN-_y8EQaBq5ycObEX4RNoPoxIZmXiTahkaG59u1JqDMTZ96XzGA/s1600-h/finger.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185280724383505826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQEgVBvz86RCplI2kSicOwJyM8KKv708KgbMiEaAGXpnz3Mc2C_TinBzl0EN9BQEcXLFgUDxFSIXTFjSKkBiH7gRYN-_y8EQaBq5ycObEX4RNoPoxIZmXiTahkaG59u1JqDMTZ96XzGA/s200/finger.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I, unfortunately do not reside in a cycling friendly area. A few months ago, I moved out of downtown Tacoma (aka Grit City) into the desolate <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">off ramp</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tideflat</span></span> known as Fife, WA. While Tacoma is by no means a cycling Mecca, Fife is a virtual cycling hell. Bike lanes to nowhere, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">shoulderless</span> roads and tons of clueless drivers just passing through on their way to the next gas pump (of which we have many in this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">wondrous</span> town). Admittedly, my new locale does enable me to do a relatively easy car/bike hybrid commute to work in the morning, but that and the reasonable rent are the only two positive aspects of this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">off ramp</span> cum "city." I guess there <em>is</em> the world famous Poodle Dog where they served country fried <em>anything</em>.<br /><br />In any case, I try to get out and ride from my front door as much as possible. This involves a handful of luck and a lot of faith in a god I don't normally believe in in order to complete the sprint from my apartment complex and across the railroad tracks to where the road widens.<br />Last week, I took my 925 out for a shakedown run after I had changed out my track cog for a more commuter friendly gear ratio. All was normal for the first mile or so of the ride until some guy in a Jeep Liberty drifted into oncoming traffic and POW! He plowed right into an oncoming semi truck.<br /><br />Now, I've been riding for a lot of years and I've seen a lot of car accidents (I may have caused a few, who knows?), but I've never been privy to anything quite this bad while on the bike. So, I thought I'd be a good Samaritan and offer to stick around until the cops came to take statements since all the drivers who had witnessed the wreck were more concerned with getting home and watching "My Big Redneck Wedding" than if the driver of the Jeep was OK. The driver of the semi truck informed me that he had called 911 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">and</span> I said that I'd stick around to make a statement.<br />Ironically enough, the accident happened in front of, what else, a semi truck shop. One of the chubby mechanics came waddling out, waving a fat index finger in my direction.<br /><br />"Was he swerving to miss YOU?" Fat Mechanic asked while poking a fat finger my way.<br />"No asshole, but nice observation," I shot back.<br />"What did you call me?"<br />"An asshole," I re-stated.<br />"Why'd you do that?"<br />I curtailed my response to head shake because I thought Fat Boy was going to break into tears. I guess nobody had ever called him an asshole before. But in reality, the guy was an asshole. I'm sorry that I had to be the guy to shatter his dream of being a nice fucking guy. I hope he cried himself to sleep that night.<br /><br />It took the Fife Police Dept. nearly an hour to show up to the accident scene. I guess it must have been 2 for 1 chicken fried steak hour at the Poodle Dog. The cops asked the Fat Mechanics Group if they had seen the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">accident</span>, they said "no" but they figured that the Jeep must have swerved to miss the guy on the bike. I raised a single finger salute in their direction to ensure that they were aware that I was their Number 1 fan.<br /><br />At first the cops walked by me four or five times. Because as we all know, the guy on the bike couldn't possibly know<em> anything</em>. Finally, one of the cops asked me if I had seen what happened.<br />I replied that I really didn't enjoy looking at wrecked Jeeps while freezing my ass off, so yes, I had seen the whole thing.<br /><br />"Was the driver of the Jeep swerving to avoid you?" was the first question out of the cop's mouth. </div><br /><div><br />I explained that the Jeep had over taken me about a quarter mile previously and that I had no idea what made him drift over. The cop looked skeptical. It HAD to be the cyclist's fault right?<br />Officer Copper asked me for an ID. He was shocked when I produced a driver's license from my wallet. I don't <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">know</span> what he was expecting--forklift <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">certification</span> I guess.<br /><br />I've been told by three different police officers in three different cities in this state that bikes shouldn't be on the road. We belong on the sidewalk. I'm hoping that means that the local police department will be responsible for the damages if I mow down some innocent old lady out walking her hairless miniature dog because I was riding on the sidewalk.<br /><br />Maybe instead of concerning themselves with those pesky bikes on the road, the cops should be out protecting and serving rather than harassing and pissing off.<br />So, I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">guess I'd</span> like to say to the Tacoma, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Bellingham</span> and Fife Police Departments: I had nothing to do with the head on on 70<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span> Ave and Levee Road and I salute you....with one finger.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Broke N Fixedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021283581568267545noreply@blogger.com0