18 Miles Per Hour

18 MilesPerHour is about riding through the world instead of just passing it by.
HAPPY FRIDAY. RIDE YOUR BIKE THIS WEEKEND.
And if you’re in London, specifically for the Olympic cycling events, ride it fast.
Mick Glimmer here looks as if, with a bit of training, he’d have done quite well on two wheels back in the day.
A song for the day. Expected? Sure. But still.
And in closing…spice.

HAPPY FRIDAY. RIDE YOUR BIKE THIS WEEKEND.

And if you’re in London, specifically for the Olympic cycling events, ride it fast.

Mick Glimmer here looks as if, with a bit of training, he’d have done quite well on two wheels back in the day.

A song for the day. Expected? Sure. But still.

And in closing…spice.


THANK YOU, GEORGE.
Thank you for the years and years of great cycling.
Thank you for being a gentleman within the peloton.
Thank you for giving us someone to root for in Paris Roubaix.
Thank you for shrugging off all the falls and coming back stronger.
Thank you for being such a fine representative of the United States.
Enjoy your retirement. Cycling will miss you.

THANK YOU, GEORGE.

Thank you for the years and years of great cycling.

Thank you for being a gentleman within the peloton.

Thank you for giving us someone to root for in Paris Roubaix.

Thank you for shrugging off all the falls and coming back stronger.

Thank you for being such a fine representative of the United States.

Enjoy your retirement. Cycling will miss you.

NEVER PLAY TENNIS DURING WIMBLEDON
I used to be fairly competitive at tennis from youth tournament play through high school. Needless to say I spent a good percentage of my young life down at the local courts (Perris Hill Park in smoggy ol’ San Bernardino, California). There was, however, one time of the year that we would give ourselves a break to recover.
Wimbledon time.
That’s when every well-meaning person with a racquet in their closet would dust off the ol’ Jack Kramer and hit the courts. It was good for the sport but bad for those who didn’t enjoy long wait times and stray balls flying at your tender, no-no special place.
Sure, there were some guys who relished this time as an occasion to alpha-male the new, under-qualified competition. I think we called them d-bags even back then. Which brings us to cycling.
Le Tour brings out the cyclist in a lot of folks. Long-flattened tires get pumped up, helmets get dusted off and they hit the roads, inspired by the musical lilt of Sir Liggett’s voice. And although it’s tempting to avoid the more heavily-trafficked cycling areas, I take a different approach.
I try to use this time to be an ambassador of cycling. Modeling good behavior out there and sharing the joys of cycling.
Okay, all that sounds like I go out proselytizing as if cycling was a religion. I don’t. I just try to be welcoming, not a competitive d-bag. It’s not as if that’s my style anyway, but still.
So now Le Tour is over and, as far as the general public is concerned, the sport is put into deep storage until next year. But for those folks I met out there on the road and trail, I hope the enjoyment lingers and they keep heading out.
I hope I see you on the courts and the roads and the trails.
- Brian

NEVER PLAY TENNIS DURING WIMBLEDON

I used to be fairly competitive at tennis from youth tournament play through high school. Needless to say I spent a good percentage of my young life down at the local courts (Perris Hill Park in smoggy ol’ San Bernardino, California). There was, however, one time of the year that we would give ourselves a break to recover.

Wimbledon time.

That’s when every well-meaning person with a racquet in their closet would dust off the ol’ Jack Kramer and hit the courts. It was good for the sport but bad for those who didn’t enjoy long wait times and stray balls flying at your tender, no-no special place.

Sure, there were some guys who relished this time as an occasion to alpha-male the new, under-qualified competition. I think we called them d-bags even back then. Which brings us to cycling.

Le Tour brings out the cyclist in a lot of folks. Long-flattened tires get pumped up, helmets get dusted off and they hit the roads, inspired by the musical lilt of Sir Liggett’s voice. And although it’s tempting to avoid the more heavily-trafficked cycling areas, I take a different approach.

I try to use this time to be an ambassador of cycling. Modeling good behavior out there and sharing the joys of cycling.

Okay, all that sounds like I go out proselytizing as if cycling was a religion. I don’t. I just try to be welcoming, not a competitive d-bag. It’s not as if that’s my style anyway, but still.

So now Le Tour is over and, as far as the general public is concerned, the sport is put into deep storage until next year. But for those folks I met out there on the road and trail, I hope the enjoyment lingers and they keep heading out.

I hope I see you on the courts and the roads and the trails.

- Brian

BIKE GUY NON-BIKE LUST ITEM           
Working up in San Francisco this last week, I spotted this thing that was causing many middle-aged-men-escapist-fantasy-erections.
We’re all swirling around this territory the past few years – some longer than that. Lusting after SportsMobiles. Dreaming of converting a Sprinter. Hell, even a Transit.
But all roads lead back to this.
And all the roads it makes us fantasize about driving down.

BIKE GUY NON-BIKE LUST ITEM           

Working up in San Francisco this last week, I spotted this thing that was causing many middle-aged-men-escapist-fantasy-erections.

We’re all swirling around this territory the past few years – some longer than that. Lusting after SportsMobiles. Dreaming of converting a Sprinter. Hell, even a Transit.

But all roads lead back to this.

And all the roads it makes us fantasize about driving down.

THE HUB 2.0
I know that I’m supposed to like getting up into the mountains for the natural benefits. To get away from it all. Away from man-made structures.
But I like this.
“The Hub” in the Santa Monica Mountains is, for you non Los Angelino Mountain Biker-os, is a popular destination/rest stop. It is, as its name suggests, a central spot from which several other trails begin.
It is also exposed to heat and sunlight. Until now. 
It’s not an oasis with an espresso machine and tiki bar but it’s still a nice improvement.
There’s enough nature out there. I’ll take this. 

THE HUB 2.0

I know that I’m supposed to like getting up into the mountains for the natural benefits. To get away from it all. Away from man-made structures.

But I like this.

“The Hub” in the Santa Monica Mountains is, for you non Los Angelino Mountain Biker-os, is a popular destination/rest stop. It is, as its name suggests, a central spot from which several other trails begin.

It is also exposed to heat and sunlight. Until now.

It’s not an oasis with an espresso machine and tiki bar but it’s still a nice improvement.

There’s enough nature out there. I’ll take this. 

MY NEW FAVORITE CYCLING CAP
Ever discovered some little insignificant something that makes you so happy but you know that nobody else will understand? What am I saying, of course you have – you’re cyclists. It happens to us a dozen times a day.
Then you may understand how I feel about this cap.
See, even though the variety of available casquette styles is at an all time high lately, most of them suck. Hard.
The handmade Etsy creations, the hipster-café caps, the vintage reissues…I’ve tried them all and…not so much.
Let me elaborate. They look great if you want to wear them as a fashion accessory, but their function leaves much to be desired. Plus, one wash and they either disintegrate or the bill wrinkles up like a piece of bacon.
Then I stumbled upon this one. Already ordering some stuff online, I decided to tack a couple of these on at the end. The online bike order equivalent of tossing a pack of gum onto the conveyor belt at the grocery store.
It may not have the Silverlake coffee shop appeal, but it’s legit. See, cycling caps really matter to me when I ride. I use and depend on them for reals.
They are the smallest, cheapest thing that makes the biggest impact on my cycling wardrobe, personally.
Let’s talk about what a nice job Pace has done with the build of this chapeau.
The bill is just long enough and slopes down at the perfect angle as to keep the sun off my face but not obstruct my view. And the sweat mopping properties are off the charts – and coming from me, that’s saying something. I’ve been a lifelong facial-flop-sweater.
As for the appearance, the world champ stripes framed in black are timeless and elegant. And if I’m gonna be flying the logo of any brand, I’m really okay representing Mr. Tom Ritchey. I’m a loyal customer and admirer.
I’ve had (and still have) the hipster-fave cycling caps and I always feel like they’re trying too hard. I’m over that. This thing is legit and flattering. Real. So real that I felt the urge to go buy 20 of them so I’d always have one. 
The fact that Pace did such a nice job proves that somebody else out there cares about cycling caps as much as me. 
I didn’t think anybody was that crazy.
 

MY NEW FAVORITE CYCLING CAP

Ever discovered some little insignificant something that makes you so happy but you know that nobody else will understand? What am I saying, of course you have – you’re cyclists. It happens to us a dozen times a day.

Then you may understand how I feel about this cap.

See, even though the variety of available casquette styles is at an all time high lately, most of them suck. Hard.

The handmade Etsy creations, the hipster-café caps, the vintage reissues…I’ve tried them all and…not so much.

Let me elaborate. They look great if you want to wear them as a fashion accessory, but their function leaves much to be desired. Plus, one wash and they either disintegrate or the bill wrinkles up like a piece of bacon.

Then I stumbled upon this one. Already ordering some stuff online, I decided to tack a couple of these on at the end. The online bike order equivalent of tossing a pack of gum onto the conveyor belt at the grocery store.

It may not have the Silverlake coffee shop appeal, but it’s legit. See, cycling caps really matter to me when I ride. I use and depend on them for reals.

They are the smallest, cheapest thing that makes the biggest impact on my cycling wardrobe, personally.

Let’s talk about what a nice job Pace has done with the build of this chapeau.

The bill is just long enough and slopes down at the perfect angle as to keep the sun off my face but not obstruct my view. And the sweat mopping properties are off the charts – and coming from me, that’s saying something. I’ve been a lifelong facial-flop-sweater.

As for the appearance, the world champ stripes framed in black are timeless and elegant. And if I’m gonna be flying the logo of any brand, I’m really okay representing Mr. Tom Ritchey. I’m a loyal customer and admirer.

I’ve had (and still have) the hipster-fave cycling caps and I always feel like they’re trying too hard. I’m over that. This thing is legit and flattering. Real. So real that I felt the urge to go buy 20 of them so I’d always have one. 

The fact that Pace did such a nice job proves that somebody else out there cares about cycling caps as much as me.

I didn’t think anybody was that crazy.

 

DADACYCLE
When it comes to the merging of art and bicycles, it’s hard to top Monseur Duchamp’s “Bicycle Wheel.”
Not only was it the first of his “Readymades” but it’s said to be the first kinetic sculpture. 
Yeah, it’s just a bike fork and front wheel mounted upside-down on a wooden stool. But I love it.
And so did he. One day in 1913 he mounted the wheel on the stool and would occasionally sit there and spin it, staring at it for a little amusement and mental break. 
“I enjoyed looking at it,” he said. “Just as I enjoy looking at the flames dancing in the fireplace.”
Any one of us should understand. Who among us hasn’t gone to the garage (or wherever we fiddle with our bikes) to do some maintenance and, after everything’s put back together, given the wheel a nice spin just to watch it? Feels like all is right when that thing spins smoothly, around and around. 
So I got this miniature model and put it on the mantel. Because one can never get too much of that simple, primal, wheel-spinning-around joy.
- Brian

DADACYCLE

When it comes to the merging of art and bicycles, it’s hard to top Monseur Duchamp’s “Bicycle Wheel.”

Not only was it the first of his “Readymades” but it’s said to be the first kinetic sculpture.

Yeah, it’s just a bike fork and front wheel mounted upside-down on a wooden stool. But I love it.

And so did he. One day in 1913 he mounted the wheel on the stool and would occasionally sit there and spin it, staring at it for a little amusement and mental break.

“I enjoyed looking at it,” he said. “Just as I enjoy looking at the flames dancing in the fireplace.”

Any one of us should understand. Who among us hasn’t gone to the garage (or wherever we fiddle with our bikes) to do some maintenance and, after everything’s put back together, given the wheel a nice spin just to watch it? Feels like all is right when that thing spins smoothly, around and around.

So I got this miniature model and put it on the mantel. Because one can never get too much of that simple, primal, wheel-spinning-around joy.

- Brian

HAPPY WEDNESDAY. I MEAN FRIDAY. RIDE YOUR BIKE THIS WEEKEND.
This week, with the holiday in the middle, is messing with my head. 
Speaking of Wednesday, here’s Pugsley.
And Gomez.
Cousin Itt.
 (photo courtesy of Rides A Bike)

HAPPY WEDNESDAY. I MEAN FRIDAY. RIDE YOUR BIKE THIS WEEKEND.

This week, with the holiday in the middle, is messing with my head.

Speaking of Wednesday, here’s Pugsley.

And Gomez.

Cousin Itt.

 (photo courtesy of Rides A Bike)


SO MUCH FOR MY PLAN.
The authorities must’ve read 18milesperhour.

SO MUCH FOR MY PLAN.

The authorities must’ve read 18milesperhour.

HAPPY WEDNESDAY. RIDE YOUR BIKE THIS 4th OF JULY. 
No better way to celebrate Independence Day than by seeking independence out on the road or trail. I recommend a nice, long, evening ride with a big climb. High enough where you can take in the local fireworks shows for free. Cheap? No, just innovative.
Our founding fathers would’ve wanted it that way.

HAPPY WEDNESDAY. RIDE YOUR BIKE THIS 4th OF JULY. 

No better way to celebrate Independence Day than by seeking independence out on the road or trail. I recommend a nice, long, evening ride with a big climb. High enough where you can take in the local fireworks shows for free. Cheap? No, just innovative.

Our founding fathers would’ve wanted it that way.