18 Miles Per Hour

18 MilesPerHour is about riding through the world instead of just passing it by.
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.

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    This is what I have on my 6th rib after getting doored in 2009. It had about a 50-50 chance at the time and never...
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