18 Miles Per Hour

18 MilesPerHour is about riding through the world instead of just passing it by.
THE CHANGE 
Hot flashes. Grumpiness. Excessive sweating.
Not menopause, but a different change. The point where the switch goes off and you get sick of hot weather riding and are ready for it to cool off.
I’m over it. Really over it.
Yeah, I know, I’ll be saying the opposite many months from now after a couple seasons in layers, fighting off the cold.
But at least the post will already be written.
I just switch the word “hot” to “cold” and vice versa and I’ll repeat the gripe.
It is the only benefit of my predictability.

THE CHANGE 

Hot flashes. Grumpiness. Excessive sweating.

Not menopause, but a different change. The point where the switch goes off and you get sick of hot weather riding and are ready for it to cool off.

I’m over it. Really over it.

Yeah, I know, I’ll be saying the opposite many months from now after a couple seasons in layers, fighting off the cold.

But at least the post will already be written.

I just switch the word “hot” to “cold” and vice versa and I’ll repeat the gripe.

It is the only benefit of my predictability.

LANCE
 
So, we’ve all had the weekend to spin and opine about Mr. Armstrong. While trying to organize my thoughts about this, I was saved the trouble by 18milesperhour reader and friend, Steve Shankin. Here’s what he sent us.
“Ah, there is so much crap flying around the interwebs about Lance Armstrong and his announcement today. I’m getting frustrated reading the news (lots of inaccurate information from well-respected sources), the blogs (ahem), and the comments from everyone with an opinion. So I’m not going to follow it anymore, because I simply am not interested.
Here’s why.


There’s lots of very vocal people who really seem to hate Lance – but seldom do they give reasons why other than him being cocky. There are people who seem happy that he’s in the situation that he’s in, that he ‘deserves it’. It seems like there’s not so many vocal people who are supporting him, but I think lots of people do. 

He was/is a hero to many – not just in the cycling world, and it’s always sad to see a hero be tarnished.

 But to me, all the drama seems to means nothing. I have no sense of loss. Or gain. 

I’m a cyclist and bike-guy. I have been my whole life. I took a long time off the bike as life and other things got in the way and my priorities changed. I got back into riding, in part, because of Lance’s performance in the Tour De France. 

I got goose bumps watching him ride away from Jan Ulrich, and everyone else, on the climbs. I jumped up off the couch when he went off-roading on a descent and got back on the road without even unclipping from his pedals. I admired the dominance of his whole team. 

I never wore a yellow bracelet. I never bought any of his team uniforms. I read his book ‘Its not about the bike’ – and I found it inspirational. But I disagree – I think it IS about the bike, but that what bike it is simply doesn’t matter as long as you love riding it.

I rode my bike more, partially because of Lance, and it’s been a wonderful thing for me. I most definitely will NOT ride my bike less because of the drama surrounding Lance now. I’ll take the positive experience and leave the negativity behind.

In fact, I’ll ride my bike more and I’ll be happier for it.

So go ride your bike. It’ll probably make you happier, too.”
Thank you, Steve. Well put.
- Brian

LANCE

 

So, we’ve all had the weekend to spin and opine about Mr. Armstrong. While trying to organize my thoughts about this, I was saved the trouble by 18milesperhour reader and friend, Steve Shankin. Here’s what he sent us.

“Ah, there is so much crap flying around the interwebs about Lance Armstrong and his announcement today. I’m getting frustrated reading the news (lots of inaccurate information from well-respected sources), the blogs (ahem), and the comments from everyone with an opinion. So I’m not going to follow it anymore, because I simply am not interested.

Here’s why.



There’s lots of very vocal people who really seem to hate Lance – but seldom do they give reasons why other than him being cocky. There are people who seem happy that he’s in the situation that he’s in, that he ‘deserves it’. It seems like there’s not so many vocal people who are supporting him, but I think lots of people do. 

He was/is a hero to many – not just in the cycling world, and it’s always sad to see a hero be tarnished.

 But to me, all the drama seems to means nothing. I have no sense of loss. Or gain. 

I’m a cyclist and bike-guy. I have been my whole life. I took a long time off the bike as life and other things got in the way and my priorities changed. I got back into riding, in part, because of Lance’s performance in the Tour De France. 

I got goose bumps watching him ride away from Jan Ulrich, and everyone else, on the climbs. I jumped up off the couch when he went off-roading on a descent and got back on the road without even unclipping from his pedals. I admired the dominance of his whole team. 

I never wore a yellow bracelet. I never bought any of his team uniforms. I read his book ‘Its not about the bike’ – and I found it inspirational. But I disagree – I think it IS about the bike, but that what bike it is simply doesn’t matter as long as you love riding it.

I rode my bike more, partially because of Lance, and it’s been a wonderful thing for me. I most definitely will NOT ride my bike less because of the drama surrounding Lance now. I’ll take the positive experience and leave the negativity behind.

In fact, I’ll ride my bike more and I’ll be happier for it.

So go ride your bike. It’ll probably make you happier, too.”

Thank you, Steve. Well put.

- Brian

HAPPY FRIDAY. RIDE YOUR BIKE THIS WEEKEND.
Like Ahmad Abdul Rahim. Okay fine, so it’s actor Erin Blunt. And this photo isn’t from The Bad News Bears. But he’ll always be Ahmad to me. “This is for Allah, and it’s goin’ way out there, sucka! 
Speaking of bears and bicycles. 
Speaking of Muslims and bicycles. 
Speaking of Bad News Bikes.
Enjoy the ride, friends. I’ll be heading out for the first time since I dislocated a rib a month ago. Wish me luck.

HAPPY FRIDAY. RIDE YOUR BIKE THIS WEEKEND.

Like Ahmad Abdul Rahim. Okay fine, so it’s actor Erin Blunt. And this photo isn’t from The Bad News Bears. But he’ll always be Ahmad to me. “This is for Allah, and it’s goin’ way out there, sucka! 

Speaking of bears and bicycles

Speaking of Muslims and bicycles. 

Speaking of Bad News Bikes.

Enjoy the ride, friends. I’ll be heading out for the first time since I dislocated a rib a month ago. Wish me luck.

18 MILES PER HOUR ARTWORK
Yep, it’s time for this message again.
See, now and again we get asked if we make prints of our 18milesperhour artwork.
The answer is “yes.”
The drawings are available as 1 of only 18 (obviously) limited edition prints.
Every one of the drawings is available.
The Universal Truths Of Cycling.
The component drawings.
Every one.
Each one is printed on Archival Grade Enhanced Matt Paper (which prevents fading), full colour and 100% to scale. So, you get to see all the details, mistakes and hidden bits that you don’t necessarily see online. The colours and line quality are really, really good. All prints are numbered, have a hand written title and signed by the two of us. Each print is printed on oversized paper, to allow a good amount of border, as it helps to frame the drawing.
Each print is $100 plus shipping.
If you’re interested, please shoot us an email letting us know which one you’d like and we can arrange the delivery and payment.

18 MILES PER HOUR ARTWORK

Yep, it’s time for this message again.

See, now and again we get asked if we make prints of our 18milesperhour artwork.

The answer is “yes.”

The drawings are available as 1 of only 18 (obviously) limited edition prints.

Every one of the drawings is available.

The Universal Truths Of Cycling.

The component drawings.

Every one.

Each one is printed on Archival Grade Enhanced Matt Paper (which prevents fading), full colour and 100% to scale. So, you get to see all the details, mistakes and hidden bits that you don’t necessarily see online. The colours and line quality are really, really good. All prints are numbered, have a hand written title and signed by the two of us. Each print is printed on oversized paper, to allow a good amount of border, as it helps to frame the drawing.

Each print is $100 plus shipping.

If you’re interested, please shoot us an email letting us know which one you’d like and we can arrange the delivery and payment.

MR. AVERAGE
If I was a dishonest man, I’d tell you I always ride at an average speed of 18 mph.
I would also tell you that today’s solo lunchtime ride was a breeze, even though it was 100 F, and a headwind all ways.
I may not tell you that in the last mile of today’s 18 mile ride, I switched from cadence to average speed on my computer, saw it clocked at 17.9 mph average, and then drop three cogs, stand on the pedals and throttled it until I saw it click up to 18 mph.
But I’m an honest fella.
I’ve surprisingly never seen my clock read exactly 18 mph as an average speed at the last moment of a ride. Even though we have this little thing called 18milesperhour.com. So when I saw it at 17.9, I got excited.
I was also overheating, seriously sweaty, but desperately needed the cathartic release of a lot of pent-up-life. You know how it is.
So much for Mister Average.
- Rhys

MR. AVERAGE

If I was a dishonest man, I’d tell you I always ride at an average speed of 18 mph.

I would also tell you that today’s solo lunchtime ride was a breeze, even though it was 100 F, and a headwind all ways.

I may not tell you that in the last mile of today’s 18 mile ride, I switched from cadence to average speed on my computer, saw it clocked at 17.9 mph average, and then drop three cogs, stand on the pedals and throttled it until I saw it click up to 18 mph.

But I’m an honest fella.

I’ve surprisingly never seen my clock read exactly 18 mph as an average speed at the last moment of a ride. Even though we have this little thing called 18milesperhour.com. So when I saw it at 17.9, I got excited.

I was also overheating, seriously sweaty, but desperately needed the cathartic release of a lot of pent-up-life. You know how it is.

So much for Mister Average.

- Rhys

LOS ANGELES CYCLING LANDMARKS: THE MALIBU STARBUCKS
Yeah, I know what some of you are saying, “Why are you giving free advertising to the McCoffee empire?!”
They’re not paying me. But they are, on occasion, there for me.
But the place does matter to those of us who head up into the Malibu hills. It’s the last stop for caffeine, water, snacks, etcetera before we head up Malibu Canyon, Latigo, Decker or any of the other climbs/tortures. That means it could be a couple hours before we limp into The Rock Store for a Gatorade.
That means the inevitable question “hey…stop at the Starbucks?” is always answered with a “yes, please” by yours truly.
I need all the help I can get up there.

LOS ANGELES CYCLING LANDMARKS: THE MALIBU STARBUCKS

Yeah, I know what some of you are saying, “Why are you giving free advertising to the McCoffee empire?!”

They’re not paying me. But they are, on occasion, there for me.

But the place does matter to those of us who head up into the Malibu hills. It’s the last stop for caffeine, water, snacks, etcetera before we head up Malibu Canyon, Latigo, Decker or any of the other climbs/tortures. That means it could be a couple hours before we limp into The Rock Store for a Gatorade.

That means the inevitable question “hey…stop at the Starbucks?” is always answered with a “yes, please” by yours truly.

I need all the help I can get up there.

“SOMEDAY I’LL GET BACK HERE WITH MY BIKE”
 
Ever go on a trip or vacation or whatever and come across some perfect cycling roads?
What the hell am I saying, of course you have. We all have.
On my recent vacation to Maui I took a side trip to Paia – on the north shore – then headed up a twisty climb to a little mountain town called Makawao.
Every road up there was a cyclist’s paradise. Twisty climbs. Sticky, ink-black tarmac. Amazing, tropical scenery all around.
I should’ve been relaxing.
Thinking about family. 
But those roads spoke to me. The cyclist. 
Maybe it was the tropical heat.
Or the fact that I’d been off my bike for a week or so.
Or the many, many mai tais.
But as God as my witness, I will get back there with my bike and turn paradise into suffering.
I can’t wait.

“SOMEDAY I’LL GET BACK HERE WITH MY BIKE”

 

Ever go on a trip or vacation or whatever and come across some perfect cycling roads?

What the hell am I saying, of course you have. We all have.

On my recent vacation to Maui I took a side trip to Paia – on the north shore – then headed up a twisty climb to a little mountain town called Makawao.

Every road up there was a cyclist’s paradise. Twisty climbs. Sticky, ink-black tarmac. Amazing, tropical scenery all around.

I should’ve been relaxing.

Thinking about family. 

But those roads spoke to me. The cyclist. 

Maybe it was the tropical heat.

Or the fact that I’d been off my bike for a week or so.

Or the many, many mai tais.

But as God as my witness, I will get back there with my bike and turn paradise into suffering.

I can’t wait.

TWO KINDS OF BIKES IN HAWAII
Tri bikes.
And the kind with a freezer on the front holding delicious, homemade, natural popsicles made from mango, pineapple and coconut.
I prefer the latter. They made me happier. This past week, anyway.
- Brian
 

TWO KINDS OF BIKES IN HAWAII

Tri bikes.

And the kind with a freezer on the front holding delicious, homemade, natural popsicles made from mango, pineapple and coconut.

I prefer the latter. They made me happier. This past week, anyway.

- Brian

 

I BLAME THE BIKE.
Ancient Hawaiian mythology attributes “pohaku” or a “life force” to certain larger rocks – some say lava rocks – and bad luck befalls those who disturb them. The Brady Bunch bastardized this myth in the famous, 3-part “tabu” episodes, but that’s all I’ll say about that.
We, as cyclists, attribute some life force to our bikes. Why do we feel guilty when we neglect our old bike when we get a new one? Why do we feel genuine happiness for them when we give them a nice tune up? Why? Pohaku, that’s why.
Well I was on the other, more vengeful side of said life force this past week in Hawaii. See, I knew I was going to be off the bikes and on Maui for a week so I lent my Niner to a friend who wanted to try singlespeed. The result is illustrated up there – a costochondral separation. Or a separated rib, in layman’s terms. My Niner clearly didn’t like me abandoning her and pimping her out so she struck back. And now I’ll be off the bike for a few weeks. 
(cursing the sky with both fists) Pohaku!!
Come to think of it, maybe bodysurfing for 3 straight hours like I used to do when I was 18 while eating fried food and rum may have had something to do with it…
No. That’s just crazy.
Definitely has to be the angered spirit of my bicycle.

I BLAME THE BIKE.

Ancient Hawaiian mythology attributes “pohaku” or a “life force” to certain larger rocks – some say lava rocks – and bad luck befalls those who disturb them. The Brady Bunch bastardized this myth in the famous, 3-part “tabu” episodes, but that’s all I’ll say about that.

We, as cyclists, attribute some life force to our bikes. Why do we feel guilty when we neglect our old bike when we get a new one? Why do we feel genuine happiness for them when we give them a nice tune up? Why? Pohaku, that’s why.

Well I was on the other, more vengeful side of said life force this past week in Hawaii. See, I knew I was going to be off the bikes and on Maui for a week so I lent my Niner to a friend who wanted to try singlespeed. The result is illustrated up there – a costochondral separation. Or a separated rib, in layman’s terms. My Niner clearly didn’t like me abandoning her and pimping her out so she struck back. And now I’ll be off the bike for a few weeks. 

(cursing the sky with both fists) Pohaku!!

Come to think of it, maybe bodysurfing for 3 straight hours like I used to do when I was 18 while eating fried food and rum may have had something to do with it…

No. That’s just crazy.

Definitely has to be the angered spirit of my bicycle.

Ride Report: 
It’s a simple little thing, and one that made me smile.
I recently did a beautiful solo ride in Utah. The area is called Red Rock Canyon, and the trail was called Thunder Mountain.
The trail was indeed red, and during the ride there was a thunder storm.
I caught myself saying ‘thankyou’.
Rhys

Ride Report:

It’s a simple little thing, and one that made me smile.

I recently did a beautiful solo ride in Utah. The area is called Red Rock Canyon, and the trail was called Thunder Mountain.

The trail was indeed red, and during the ride there was a thunder storm.

I caught myself saying ‘thankyou’.

Rhys