HAPPY FRIDAY. RIDE YOUR BIKE THIS WEEKEND.
This day in 1984, “Purple Rain” opened in theatres (note the spelling) all across the UK. I’ll give you a second to soak in the obvious visual pun up there. Got it? Okay. And sorry.
Speaking of princes and bikes, this is the one that pioneered the wavy fork. Okay, so “pioneered” is a bit much since nobody else bothered to follow suit, but still, they’re Pinarello so I’ll cut them some slack.
And as long as we’re talking about princely behavior and cycling…
Sorry for being such a royal pain in the arse with this punny post. Just get out there and ride.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.