Reflecting on Bike to Work Day

I commute by car.

It takes slightly over an hour each way.

My air conditioned, heated, steel box with a radio and a comfortable seat isolates me from the incessant traffic, drivers trying to beat the light, and the harsh reality that I’m driving from a wonderful city to a god awful “edge city”. Tysons Corner, is justified as a city because it has traffic, high density office space, and not one, but two malls. There is no community, no neighborhoods, no active street life or engaging local retail to speak of. Cars come in, cars come out.

Tysons Corner

Tysons Corner

I’m jealous of bike commuters. Yes, even when it is sweltering hot, or a rain storm pops up unexpectedly, or when a cabbie illegally U-turns across Pennsylvania Ave. I’m jealous because they ride through DC and can take advantage of all its amenities, because when you leave the office you can leisurely ride home, or hammer out your aggravation climbing hills or laps on Hains point. I’m jealous because you get to know other commuters by name and through conversation, not just by a familiar bumper sticker or dent in their trunk.

But I don’t bike commute, because 1) There are no showers at work, 2) There is no bike parking at work, 3) It’s a haul at about 17-18 miles each way, and 4) the W&OD trail is lonely and boring if you’re riding alone. Some of those are easy to overcome, to tell myself to suck it up and get over it.  But the combined effect, the hassle, the long distance have put me off of the idea as a regular thing. I’m not 100 percent ok with that – if the office was in Arlington, or I had a group to regularly ride with  I’d ride as much as possible. Sometimes I feel like I am betraying myself for driving.

This has never been used in 2 1/2 years.

This has never been used in 2 1/2 years.

My jealousy got the best of me this year for bike to work day. I had a partner to bike with (though there was a last minute cancellation), there was swag to pick up at the rest stops, and friendly faces to see at Friday Coffee Club.  So I decided I would make it work – leave early enough, pack scent free natural baby wipes for clean up, just see what it is like in DC.  It’s not the first time I’ve bike commuted – I did it a handful of times at a previous job in Massachusetts, which had nicer roads, a shower, but a 46 mile round trip – so I knew what to expect and how to pack food and clothes.

faceIt didn’t take long to notice the difference between car and bike commuting in DC. Biking just FEELS GOOD. It wasn’t just the abundance of bike commuters taking advantage of bike to work day, it was the fact that my mind opens up when biking in a way that it doesn’t when driving.  I absorbed my surroundings, relished the cool morning air, and wasn’t fixated on rapidly advancing from light to light.  I advanced at my own pace, I was less worried about being in the most efficient lane or if there was a cop lurking on a side street waiting to nab speeders. It was nice to focus on my body as the engine rather than the ticking and humming of 4 cylinders encased in plastic and steel.

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plaza

We should do this every day.

Coffee club was great, I got to talk to a few people at rest stops, then set off on the Custis trail. Damn those hills. Eventually I made my way onto the long straight W&OD, then a right turn onto Gallows Road, which despite the ominous name has a decent bike lane. Before I knew it I was at the office. Locking up with the other Bike to Work day folks.

The other bike to work day...

The other bike to work day…

On the way home I was feeling good about my choice. It changed my mental perspective at work – I had more energy, was eager to get things done, and in a happier mood.  Also ravenously hungry. And eager to leave at 5pm on. the. dot.

Riding home I saw a familiar bike, and pulled up along side of Mike R., one of the craziest but nicest cyclists in the DC area.  We chatted and rode together and he led me on roads, paths and short cuts that made me feel like he was Dean Moriarty and I was Sal driving across the country in  Jack Kerouac’s “On the Road”. Spur of the moment decisions, conversations that flow, an element of danger and humor mixed into one.  That – that is not the type of thing you get while driving to work every day. No, this is what being out in the open, exposed to the elements and the strengths (or weaknesses) of our body is about. I’m sure it gets routine and mundane over time – how could it not – but quite simply bike commuting offers a hell of a lot more chances for fun than driving ever could.

So there you have it – that is my story of Bike to Work Day to go in the file with all the rest. I’ll be riding to work more often, but still only occasionally.  Maybe a dozen times during the summer months? Better than nothing, let’s see what comes of it.

Morning Route

Morning Route

Monument 2 Monument Ride 2013

Our dear friends and neighbors to the north in Baltimore are pretty great.  Their Bike Party is HUGE, they’ve got some great mountain bike trails, Natty Boh, housing is cheaper, and let’s face it – Baltimore has a lot more charm than DC.

They also have the “original” monument to George Washington (1829), which makes ours a slightly larger, but undeniable second (1884).

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This warrants a bike ride (doesn’t everything?) – and Mr. RandoRamble has been organizing a Baltimore monument to DC monument ride for a few years now.  This year lets run a convoy up from DC to Baltimore and back.

When: Sunday May 5. Meet at 7:45, depart at 8:10 promptly.

Where: Meet at the public restroom that is at the east side of the DC monument at 15th Street.

Who: Anyone who feels that they can do it.

I personally take no pleasure in grinding out miles for the sake of it – this is not a race. When you want to go slow, go slow, if you want to be speedy, by all means feel free.  There are two rest stops at about the 20% and 80%, and we should plan on finding lunch in Baltimore.

I’ve hacked together some cue sheets – partially taken from the Baltimore > DC Route.  They can be found here:

Cue Sheet

And a route map (some minor changes have been made) can be found here:

Route Map

More important ride information can be found HERE and HERE

We’re going to tweet/tumbl/instagram this up at #bikeM2M – you should too.

Things I learned in 2012

2012 is nearly wrapped up, and I am looking forward to 2013.  The year had some very high highs, and some low lows, but as I was looking back at some photos that I captured throughout the year I was reminded to seek the higher or hidden message in day-to-day life.  This is my year in photos, and a reminder to not forget what I’ve learned:

January

January – Sugarloaf Mountain, Frederick County, Maryland

January: Enjoy the unexpected.

We took advantage of unseasonably warm weather on January 1st to hike Sugarloaf mountain in Frederick County Maryland.   It was a beautiful day and a welcome opening to the year. Along the hike we found that many trees had been decorated, but we had no idea by whom – it was unexpected but wonderful. On the biking front, I completed my first populaire and began my foray into the world of randonneuring.

February

February – Crossing I-495, Fairfax County, Virginia

February: Do not be afraid to explore.

February provided both warm and cold temperatures – which made riding around DC to complete the first 8 of 12 stops in the inaugural utilitaire-12 a bit more challenging.  As I look over my utilitaire control card I realize that a full seven of the 12 stops were new to me at the time – including #fridaycoffeeclub and a #fridaycoffeeclubhappyhour where I got a chance to meet many awesome people for the first time.  I also completed my first century of the year in February, a solo effort of the Weenie 100 route ridden by the DC Randonneurs.  I got a chance to see some amazing parts of Fairfax county that I did not know existed, and recall how excited I was to see a majestic bald eagle at Mason Neck park. This was a great month to explore the world I lived in.

March

March – Hains Point, Washington, D.C.

March: Look for beauty everywhere.

Spring rejoined our lives in March, just in time for an evening ride through the city with BikeSnobNYC, Brian and Laura. It also offered weather warm enough to ride a 200km brevet (over 130 miles -my longest single ride ever!). It isn’t hard to look back at those rides and remember the grass becoming greener, and flowers beginning to bloom. I recall one afternoon in particular when I wanted to ride through Hains Point after a rain storm just to see what was left of the cherry blossoms. While some trees looked a little barren, some were proudly bearing their blossoms. As I stopped I looked down and saw the gutter was full of petals and took the photo above (which I am happy to say is completely unedited). Sometimes even the gutter holds something worth looking at.

April

April – Downtown Washington, D.C.

April: Take time to enjoy the little things.

If the amount of miles I rode in March were a testament to the warm weather returning, then perhaps the lack of long rides in April are a testament of the important things that needed to happen before May. Even though we did take time to go on a cupcake ramble with BicycleSpace, much of April was spent getting prepared for our wedding in May. That being said, there were still moments when you take a step back and enjoy the little things. After an afternoon spent unsuccessfully shopping for wedding bands we stopped downtown to grab lunch and sat at an outdoor patio next to this fountain. I remember the moment vividly, but for no particular reason. The simple act of soaking in the sun and sharing lunch is a great memory.

May

May – Caldera, Chiriqui Province, Panama

May: Take time to enjoy the big things too.

When I say big things happened in May, I don’t just mean the Kinetic Sculpture Race in Baltimore, or the perennially poorly organized BikeDC event – I mean BIG things! I mean a wedding and a honeymoon to Panama! Looking back at photos of both of these events has been so enjoyable, and the memories are big. The photo above was taken just before crossing a bridge on what could barely be called a road that leads to a natural hot spring. After wandering through the woods when the path ended we came upon the springs, and a family with a pet monkey that liked people a little too much! Soon it started raining pretty heavily, and we hiked and ran through the woods, back over this slippery bridge and eventually got back to our rental car soaking and muddy.  I think it was one of the best afternoons on the trip!

June

June – Yards Park, Washington, D.C.

June: Drop your inhibitions.

June saw my second time riding the 100 Miles of Nowhere, and my first time exploring the parks of Baltimore in the annual Tour dem Parks ride. It also saw the first ever time that New Belgium brought their bike-centric Tour de Fat to Yards Park in DC – and what a blast that was. I signed up to volunteer on the morning shift, and had an absolutely great day. The weather was perfect, and the carnival-like atmosphere inspired me to shed some of my normally introverted personality and just live in the moment. I wish I did that more often!

July

July – Montreal, Quebec, Canada

July: Find a silver lining.

July started off with a scorching heatwave in DC that actually made any sort of strenuous outdoor activities unhealthy. I remember one ride that I cut short because I felt sickened by the combination of heat, humidity and smog. Fortunately the early July heat dropped enough for an enjoyable 4th of July ride to visit some wineries. Late in the month I had to travel to Montreal for a bachelor party that was pretty expensive, which made me a little grumpy. I’m sure the 4 hour train trip followed by 6+ hours in a cramped car (each way) also contributed to those feelings. I made a point to get out on my own and explore the city as I wanted, and found the silver Bixi bikeshare system to be my silver lining.  For a small coast I was able to explore for over 2 hours, taking in sights that I wouldn’t have seen from the back seat of a car, or the back of a bar. The bikes themselves had seen some better times, but it was well worth it.

August

August – Blackwater National Wildlife Refuge

August: Fight the headwind to enjoy the tailwind.

The first edition of the Hoppy100 was a soaking wet experiment to see the lengths that DC cyclists would go for a good beer (or five).  I am committed to making sure this event happens again, possibly in a different form (100km maybe?). Whereas that ride felt fairly easy (despite other hiccups), a simple weekend ride seemed headed for disaster in August.  We drove down to Blackwater National Wildlife Refuge on the Eastern Shore for a casual 30 mile loop, but ended up fighting some intense headwinds for the first 10-12 miles that really put a damper on my spirit. It didn’t help that a poorly adjusted saddle was causing pains in my wrists and butt, I almost considered quitting the ride (which is rare for me). However soon enough we were rewarded for our struggles with quiet flat roads, and a tailwind that begged us to wind up the cranks and sprint for a few miles on end. Touching downhill-like speeds with ease, it was a rewarding and fun way to cap off the ride. I’m hoping more eastern shore rides start with headwinds and end with tailwinds (not vice versa *Sea Gull*).

September

September – Shenandoah, Virginia

September: Nothing.

September wasn’t a “nothing month”, it just existed, and was pleasant – I can’t think of anything especially poignant.  I rode the 50 States ride, got to spend time with the Beater Bike, started a new bike project, and went for a wonderful hike in Shenandoah. And you know what, that was all great.

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October – Somewhere outside Warrenton, Virginia

October: Be thankful.

Another round of coffeeneuring (thankful for a great bike community in DC); Another Sea Gull Century (thankful for friends to ride with); a wonderful hike along the Potomac (thankful for nature); a joyous wedding in Chicago (thankful for these friends too). October had a lot to be thankful for, but also provided a reminder not to take these things for granted. Be safe and be prepared on the roads!

November

November – Somewhere outside of Milton, Delaware

November: Sometimes you just need to go for a bike ride.

I really wish November had been better! Work took over my life, beat me up, and left me pretty down. I suppose that it also made me realize that it may be time to move on and explore new things (once I figure out what those are). In the middle of it all though I rode another brevet, this time the Flatbread 200km ride.  Flanked by friends at the starting line we took off in the cold light of a beautiful Eastern Shore morning. As the miles passed, I found myself alone and the sky growing dark, threatening rain and high winds. After a lunch stop I came across friendly faces once again, the day became warm and sunny, and we used all that was left in our tanks to hammer our way back to the finish line as darkness fell.  In each of the three “phases” of the ride I was aware of myself and my separation from what had been getting my down. You can train your body to bike for hundreds of kilometers, but if your mind isn’t in the right spot you stand little chance of finishing the day. Sometimes you just need to go for a bike ride and get into your own world – the separation from everything else can really help.

December

December – Home, Washington, D.C.

December: You are better than you think you are, you can do more than you think you can.

And finally December. There isn’t much to say, but I really like this quote by Ken Chlouber of the Leadville 100 run and mountain bike races. Perhaps a mantra to carry into the new year.

Bike-Partisanship

I like this speech by Rep. Earl Blumenauer (D-OR), given on Nov 15, 2012.  Sorry for the political interjection, but it is a good read.  What do you think?

For years, I have traveled the country preaching “bike-partisanship,” using bicycle and pedestrian facilities to help people burn calories, not fossil fuel, improve their health, have fun, and enrich the community. Red State, blue State, Republican, Democrat, Independent, it doesn’t matter; the public gets it and has been part of an amazing renaissance. Let’s redouble our efforts at creating a stronger Federal partnership to help more communities realize this vision.

But let’s not stop with bike-partisanship. Are there other areas that are low or no cost that enjoy broad public support, solve problems, and bring people together rather than divide them? What about rebuilding and renewing America? Certainly the need is there.

Until recently, the T&I Committee was an island of congressional consensus. Since we merely extended the last transportation reauthorization and the new Congress must act in about 97 weeks, let’s work on a bolder vision of investing in America, one that puts people to work, improves the economy, the environment, and saves money in the long run. Congress can begin on this now.

In the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy, Congress can’t ignore the near bankrupt flood insurance program. While we fix the short-term problems, however, let’s make it more effective, efficient, and actuarially sound so that it will spare lives, property, and the Federal Treasury. Overhauling the flood insurance program would solve the most immediate challenges caused by extreme weather events likely due to global warming. We may even be able to discuss climate change in a more thoughtful and rational way.

Based on the work I’ve done in the past with Congressman Paul Ryan and Senator-elect Jeff Flake, I know agricultural reform is a ripe opportunity. Taxpayers cannot afford to lavish unnecessary subsidies on large agribusiness while harming the environment and shortchanging small farmers and ranchers.

Surely Tea Party Republicans and members of the Progressive Caucus can come together to improve nutrition, wildlife habitats, hunting, and fishing while strengthening family farms.

And since Big Bird dodged a bullet during the Presidential campaign, maybe it’s time to address the vital role that the Federal support for public broadcasting plays, which we all rely on–not just for news and information, but education for our kids and, as illustrated by Hurricane Sandy, emergency communication.

With incredibly broad public support from Americans regardless of political party, Congress should make a long-term financial commitment to funding the most trusted brand in broadcasting so it can plan for the future.

The last 10 years have been characterized by bipartisan cooperation to promote access to safe drinking water and sanitation around the globe. My 2005 legislation, cosponsored by Henry Hyde, Bill Frist, Harry Reid, saved lives and made friends for America.

In this Congress we have another bipartisan bill, Water for the World, which is cosponsored by my friend Ted Poe, which would build on that foundation and accelerate progress. It’s all teed up and ready to go and could be easily passed next week.

Mr. Speaker, 86 percent of Americans think getting full information about their situation as a loved one faces the end of life should be a top priority for health care. Before the 2009 political “lie of the year” about “death panels,” this provision in the health care reform enjoyed broad bipartisan support.

There is new legislation to personalize people’s health care so that they get the information they need to make these difficult, sometimes painful, decisions and make sure their decisions, whatever they are, are respected by doctors and hospitals. This refined legislation could easily be achieved now that we’re implementing health care reform.

These are all bipartisan, cost-effective initiatives that are overwhelmingly embraced by the public. Is it perhaps time to have a Legislators’ Caucus, where Members in both parties who just want to get something done can come together with ideas like these? Who knows? Working together to get something done might become habit-forming.

WABA 50 States Ride

Oh boy what a ride!

I had always heard that the WABA 50 States ride is something of a rite of passage, once you have suffered the 6 page cue sheet, numerous stops and starts, and the hills, that you would reach a higher level of consciousness (or bike-dom?).  With that in mind, and looking for a good adventure completely within the 68.3 square miles of the District of Columbia, I set off with a band of fellow cyclists from Adams Morgan on Saturday Morning.  A great crew of folks were there as well, Mary, Ed, John, Justin, Lisa, Kevin, and Dave all had joined in for the fun that day.  Others were in attendance, but I don’t really know them, so that’s that.

By the end of the day I was exhausted, but had touched all 50 streets in the District named for a State.  And honestly, that is an accomplishement that I’ll keep with me.  Maybe next years I’ll even try to do it with a little less suffering!

Cheers are in order for the following people/things:

  • WABA, for organizing this event, doing it with style and apparent ease, and being (among other things) an advocate for the enjoyment of cycling in all four quadrants of the city.
  • Friday Coffee Club members, for being the perfect blend of slightly organized, highly enthusiastic, welcoming with open arms, folks that they are. It makes riding together a pleasure.
  • The 7-11 at Hawaii Ave, you saved me!
  • The crepe man at Eastern Market, I enjoy stopping by on normal weekends, but was very happy to have you this weekend.  The “gyro” was exactly what I needed for lunch.
  • The Kids on Beech Street selling lemonade.  You guys were great, the lemonade was too, I hope you invest the money you made in a bicycle, not video games!
  • Mile 27.66 entry onto Masachusetts Ave SE, what a lovely downhill section.
  • Rock Creek Park, another really great section to ride, I love how the temperature drops in the park, and the earthy smell fills my head with good thoughts.
  • Mellow Mushroom in Adams Morgan, cool AC, good beer selection, friendly folks – a great after party location.
  • Mike and his family for a wonderful rest stop (at his house no less!) in Takoma.
  • The tandem couple who made it down from Durham, NH to ride with their son, it was fun to have a little conversation. Go Wildcats!

Likewise, Jeers are in order for:

  • Me – for making the boneheaded move of not eating or drinking enough on a hot and hilly ride.  I cooked myself way too early, and it took lots of partial cramping in my legs, rest stops, and slow pedaling to build my energy back up to the point where I could finish the ride.  I knew I was feeling low on energy, but ignored my body, and I felt pretty miserable for 2 hours as a result.
  • The jerk WMATA bus driver on the A4 route on MLK Boulevard – non-stop honking at cyclists is an aggressive and unprofessional thing to do.  Driving only partially past them and then merging into their lane, pinching them off is equally aggressive, unprofessional, and dangerous.  We’re lucky you didn’t kill us, you’re lucky we don’t have you taken out of service for your actions.
  • Garfield Street and University Terrace in NW – I hate you!
  • Stanton Rd SE – I dislike you, but less than Garfield and University Terrace.

Monumental D.C. – Justice William Douglas Memorial

Monumental DC – A series where I’ll be documenting the many memorials in DC that we pass by frequently, but rarely seem to stop and pay notice to. Follow on twitter with #monumentalDC

What: Justice William Douglas Memorial

When: Sunday September 2, 2012

Where: C&O Canal Lock #3, 30th Street and C&O Canal

As I write intense rain is pouring down in the metro DC area – with some weather stations reporting nearly 3 inches of rain within the last 20 minutes.  Yes, read that again… wow, mother nature is amazing at times.  Few and far between are the times that I am thankful to not be on the bike, but this is one of those times, you see I had planned an overnight solo trip on the C&O canal this weekend, hoping to cover between 150 and 200 miles between Saturday morning and Monday mid-afternoon.  After fretfully watching the radar on Friday night, I decided to ditch the ride on Saturday morning and instead enjoy the weekend in other ways, including meeting up with a longtime friend from Vancouver.  It was the right decision.

As penance for my abandoned trip, I decided to set out for a short trip on the rain softened canal towpath this afternoon, as light sporadic rain fell.  I started at what I consider to be the head of the trail, at 30th Street NW in Georgetown, before detouring on the asphalt paved Capital Crescent Trail to Fletchers Cove where I rejoined the C&O.  Before I left the trailhead I made sure to get a photo of the monument there os Supreme Court Justice William Douglas.  Douglas served on the high court from April 1939 to November 1975 – 36 years, the longest ever.  The monument to Douglas is not for this streak though, it is for his immense contribution to the C&O canal that we know today.

The use of the Chesapeake and Ohio Canal as a shipping route fizzled out in 1924, and it sat unused for 14 years until 1938, when the US government purchased the land.  Eventually the lower 22 miles were restored as a recreational trail, but World War II stopped further development.  After the war, as the automobile boomed in the United States, many people called for the towpath to be converted to a parkway (the horror!) to better access the potential of the corridor.  Thankfully, Justice William Douglas, an avid outdoorsman spoke up against this proposal, famously leading a hike of the entire length from DC to Cumberland, MD.  In a letter to the editor of the Washington Post, Douglas wrote:

One who walked the canal its full length could plead that cause with the eloquence of a John Muir. He would get to know muskrats, badgers, and fox; he would hear the roar of wind in thickets; He would see strange islands and promontories through the fantasy of fog; he would discover the glory there is in the first flower of spring, the glory there is even in a blade of grass; the whistling wings of ducks would make silence have new values for him. Certain it is that he could never acquire that understanding going 60, or even 25, miles an hour.

Thank you Justice Douglas – I aspire to ride the entire distance sometime soon, and experience the beauty of nature that you described in your letter.  As you wished, you make the earth a little more beautiful.

His eternal view.

Monumental D.C. – George Mason Memorial

Monumental DC – A series where I’ll be documenting the many memorials in DC that we pass by frequently, but rarely seem to stop and pay notice to. Follow on twitter with #monumentalDC

What: George Mason Memorial

When: Sunday July 8, 2012

Where: Tidal Basin, Ohio Drive near 14th Street Bridge

It was a hot day on July 8th and while I was struggling to make it across town a group of riders were racing through the mountains between France in Switzerland at high speed.  One fellow in particular, Chris Froome, was settling into his role as domestique for teammate Bradley Wiggins, who had recently started to wear a lot more yellow.  I could have used a domestique that day (fetch me an ice cream, post haste!).

Hiding in plain sight

As I rode around dreaming of ice cream and air conditioning I found myself looking for shade, and finally stumbled upon the George Mason Memorial, which had eluded me on many previous bike trips.

For those who are unaware of George Masons work (a group in which I include myself) I think I can describe his impact to this country best in cycling terms.  Mason was a lot like Mr. Froome, a domestique to the Founding Fathers. He was an accomplished statesman who had some important minor victories, he was relied upon by other founding fathers as they raced to victory in the”major races, and was later forgotten because, well, the second place finisher is rarely remembered.

Like a good domestique, always offering a bottle.

What do I mean by this?  Well Mason is certainly considered a founding father of this country, and he wrote the Virginia Declaration of Rights, a pretty important document.  In fact, if we call that his minor victory, then one could say that he acted as domestique to Thomas Jefferson as he used much of the Virginia Declaration of Rights in his role drafting of the Declaration of Independence.  Later James Madison relied on Mason for inspiration when drafting the Bill of Rights.  Mason helped these two men to victory!  But, alas he is forgotten in many US History textbooks – partially because he did not sign the United States Constitution because it did not abolish the slave trade or offer enough protection of personal freedoms.

It took a while for Mason to be memorialized for his efforts, with this memorial being authorized by Congress in 1990, and dedicated in 2002 – 210 years after his death.

Mason enjoying the weather.

Themes of Freedom and Compromise – A July 4th Bike Ride

Framed against the backdrop of the day when our nation celebrates its declaration of freedom from the rule of Great Britain, Kate, myself and our friends B and G embarked on a bike trip through Loudoun County in search of wine.  As the day wore on I couldn’t help but think of the notions of freedom and compromise and how they could be found in so many aspects of our trip.

For those among us who believe that the great American Experiment demands complete freedom (from whatever you choose), I disagree.  While the Declaration if Independence firmly plants the notion of certain inalienable rights/freedoms (that whole “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness” thing) our country as a whole could not function without great compromises, some of which relinquish aspects of freedom for other mutually beneficial needs.  Take for example the Connecticut Compromise of 1787, which settled the question of how the legislative branch of government would function.  Would it be proportionally representative and favor the larger states, would it favor a strong central government? In the end the bicameral system of upper and lower houses (Senate and Congress) were agreed upon.  There is also the notable (in that it got the highest rankings when I typed in google) Compromise of 1850. Not to mention the fact that governance as a whole is something of a compromise.  Even legislators get in the act, by placing themselves in compromising situations.

Reveling in our freedom of choice, we chose to spend the 4th on our bikes in sweltering heat on the W&OD trail recreating the fun of Justin (and wife) and Kevin on their recent trip to a pair of Loudoun County wineries.

Proposed Route

Although we were free to set a route as we saw fit, a compromise was immediately struck.  While I would have been happy to ride their entire 60-ish miles, in consideration of our desire to include friends and avoid the heat, a new starting point at the Carolina Brothers BBQ stand in Ashburn was selected.  This compromise brought our projected mileage down into the 37-ish mile range.What time would we meet our friends? Again a compromise, I proposed 11am, we negotiated to 11:30am, and would up meeting slightly before noon in the end.

These types of compromises followed non-stop through the morning in our preparations.  Should I wear a comfortable breathable jersey, or a more patriotic red/white/blue plaid button down shirt? The jersey stayed at home.  What pace should we ride?  The compromise happened so quickly it was hard to notice, but we ended up going slower than normal.  This was ok though, since it was darn hot! In reality these were also minor compromises, this was no transportation or healthcare bill we were negotiating here.

Heading out from Ashburn

As the miles ticked upward on the bike computer, and the sweat began to fall from my nose in time with my cadence I was reminded at the freedom that comes with riding a bike.  Nobody minded slowing down to enjoy the temperature drop when traveling through a shaded portion of trail, impromptu stops to refill water bottles, or constantly rotating between riding alongside a friend or riding out front solo to enjoy the feeling you have when there is nothing on your mind other than keeping the pedals turning and enjoying the scenery.

By the time we made the turn off on the Berlin Turnpike, just a few miles short of Purcellville, I was leading the pack and enjoyed the freewheeling descents and small but punchy climbs of the rolling farm country. As I pedaled I noticed street signs which often named a place after a long forgotten farm, highlighting the fact that residents of this area made lifestyle compromises much different than ones I would make.  While I am happy with an apartment in the city with a tiny patch of green to garden, these folks enjoyed the countryside on converted farmland with massive tree-free lots and a lifestyle that necessitated driving for nearly every trip.  It made me think that the freedom that ranks very highly on my list (biking, walkability, city amenities) differs so drastically from the freedoms that are important to them.

Freedom Isn’t Free (It starts in the low $400s)

As we arrived at the Sunset Hills Vineyardwe were greeted with a steep gravel driveway – which I took as a challenge and imagined myself climbing cobbled paths in the Belgian countryside, while my riding partners were happy with walking to the top.  Again a compromise, but like all of our compromises on this day, one we all were happy with.

Some bike up the path, some walk. Compromises!

The wine tasting was superb, perhaps the accolades that this winery has won are truly warranted.  Everyone tasted a handful of wines that they liked the best (I liked the Cabernet Franc the most, followed by a surprise winner in the Chardonnay) and conversation flowed freely.  Even better, nobody complained about our sweaty disheveled nature – and our tasting tour guide even proclaimed to be a mountain bike mechanic. Though he also claimed to drink wine for breakfast, so perhaps he was playing to the crowd. The cill in the air reminded us of another freedom, the freedom of living off the grid.  While many houses in the area lacked power due to the recent storms, the vineyard was barely impacted, getting most of their power from a solar array installed on the barns.

Makeshift bike parking.

Wine tasting vessels.

Busy wine tasting room

We had worked up a big appetite on the way to the winery, so we opted for a lunch of breads, cheese, salami and a bottle of wine in an air conditioned corner of the restored barn that hosts the tastings.  Eventually we noticed that the day was slipping away, and our second planned stop at the Dry Mill Winery would be impossible without a 10 mile sprint from Purcellville.  At this point another compromise was made – we were having a great time, and we would plan another trip to visit the second winery.  Plus, we likely didn’t need to be sampling more wines while biking.

Enjoying some Cabernet Franc…

…with food!

On our way back home we got some honks from passing motorists, and I exercised my freedom of expression to one especially obnoxious jerk who did not enjoy sharing the road. As we got back on the trail there was less of a worry from distracted drivers, and we picked up some decorations for the bikes – you can’t honk at a flag carrying cyclist on July 4th!

Decorations

Decorations

With shadows growing longer we pushed on towards the finish line, but not before stopping for me (a compromise!) so I could peer through a fence at a large quarry.  I liked it. As a group we also decided against a stop for ice cream in favor of a trip to 7-11 for ice cold sports drink on our return.

Luck Stone Quarry

Finally with 2 miles left, Kate and I decided to use up the rest of our energy with a race to the cars.

It was a great way to spend time with friends, and a great 4th of July.

As we drive home we recapped our thoughts:

1) Plan for more time at each winery next time we ride.

2) Buy the bottles to take home, not to drink while at the winery.  Not that there was any unsafe behavior, but you don’t want to risk it when you may be dehydrated or hungry after riding.

3) Try to find wineries in closer proximity to each other.  The 10 miles that separated our planned stops broke the ride into nice segments, but also breaks the groove that you develop as you ride.

4) We must do this again.

5) Riding your bike is a wonderful expression of freedom.

6) Compromises make great things happen.

Vineyards at the foot of the Blue Hills

Four Bikey Books For Summer

Some folks would say that it is sacrilege to waste summer days spent reading, but quite honestly, they are wrong.  There are plenty of perfect opportunities during the summer to mix the world of cycling and reading – at the end of a long day of riding relaxing sipping a beer, on a bike-camping tour after dinner has been enjoyed, in the middle of a utilitaire under a tree in a park, and even on those days when it is just too darn hot to ride.

The Acorn Boxy Rando Bag is wonderful, but it was a little hard to read and bike at the same time. How do texting drivers do it?!

Though I wouldn’t consider myself a big reader, I’ve been devouring bikey books this spring and summer.  Most of them have been relatively short and quick reads that are by design or nature easy to pick up and put down frequently, which is an important quality for summer reads.  I’ve fallen asleep on the couch too often reading these, but when woken, I can reread the last paragraph and I haven’t lost anything. Here are my suggestions – if you have others I would love to hear about them!

Ride – Short Fiction About Bicycles

I should put this disclaimer here first – I actually received this book from the editor for free as a “prize” for completing MGs Coffeeneur and Utilitaire challenges.  Despite this generosity, I think I can be pretty unbiased in my recollection of the book, afterall, I am no critic or trained reviwer.  Of the many submissions, editor Keith Snyder (himself a cyclist) selected ten short fictional stories each by a different author to compile into the Ride book. Each author has a decidedly different background when it comes to their cycling past and present – from a car-free bike mechanic (who you may have heard of before), to an artist who rarely rides, to those who mash the gears and dream of maillot jaune glory on the Champs Elysee.  Likewise, each story is focuses on the bike in different ways – from the opportunistic cyclist who gets a little too deep into a web of lies in the movie ready plot of “I’m Bob Deerman”; to the hilarious mythological story of the “The History of the By-Cycle”; to the gruesome, part advocate, part ghost-like tale of “The Cyclist”.  Ride is a fun diversion from the typical bike book topics of advocacy, racing, or superhuman feats – each story is colored by the bicycle, or its rider – but many would be equally enjoyable to a non-cyclist as a hardcore racer.  I found myself flipping back and forth between stories, sometimes I would tell that one would simply not fit my mood at the time and flag it for later reading. Occasionally I would flip ahead to see how many pages were left in a story, and later find myself dreading the end – simply because the story was so engaging that I wanted more!  I would highly recommend this as a contrast to some of the other books in my list – reading fiction when you are used to non-fiction (like me) is like riding a beach cruiser when you are used to a racing bike. At first you aren’t sure that you’ll like it, but it is hard to ignore the smile on your face afterwards.

Ride is available HERE.  Keep your eyes peeled for Ride 2, which I believe is in the works.

Eat, Sleep, Ride – Paul Howard

The selling point for this book, which I just happened to see on a shelf, was an excerpt of a review from the Adventure Cycling Association that described this book using a comparison to Bill Bryson.  Bryson seems to have a way with storytelling which allows him to ruminate on a theme, and pick out points of a life experience that can be woven together to bring that theme to life. Being a witty and humorous British sports writer, I figured that Howard would be able to do the same.

Eat, Sleep, Ride is a story of Howards endeavor to conquer the great American wilderness via the Tour Divide race – an annual 2,700 mile mountain bike race along the continental divide from Banff, Canada to Antelope Wells, New Mexico.  Even if you aren’t a mountain biker, the allure of this race concept is appealing – desolate wilderness, small town America, snow, mud, high desert, forest fires, grizzy bears – all while riding self supported for 100 or so miles per day.  Howard, being British, brings a unique perspective on all of the quirky American towns he passes through, and the folks he meets along the way.  Broken up into day-long chunks, it is also interesting too see the mental and physical states that Howard passes through. At times being alone in a vast stand of trees is invigorating, while only a few days later it is miserable.  After a hot day a rain storm is heaven sent, but during a challenging descent at high altitude it could send you to the hospital. Along the journey Howard also travels with packs of other riders, which shines a light on their mental and physical states as well.

I was drawn into this book and devoured it state by state.  By the end I wanted to call out of work and pack my bags for a month long adventure (and enjoy a few slices of pie at Pie Town). My only two criticisms of this book mirror those of the All Seasons Cyclist review – a) there were no photos; and b) Howard made himself out as a bumbling fool who couldn’t ride 20 miles in the first chapter, but with little training was able to ride fully loaded at 60-100 miles per day during the race.  I would have liked to know his true level of fitness, or more about his training plan.

Just Ride – Grant Petersen

A book subtitled “A Radically Practical Guide to Riding Your Bike” written by the heavily opinionated man behind Rivendell Bicycle Works – how could I pass that up!  While Mr. Petersen is certainly not coy about sharing his opinions on topics such as helmets, lycra, frame materials and nutrition, I found that the book was not trying to squeeze all cyclists into a single “retro-grouch” mold.  Instead the book is written around the concept of the “Unracer” – one who simply rides – maybe to the grocery store, for exercise, to see the countryside or any other reason.  The point is that the bike serves a huge range of purposes, that there is no sense in having to conform to any single cyclist stereotype, and that there is no shame in not being a fully-kitted racer.  The Unracer may decide to wear padded shorts on a 4 hour ride, or be helmetless and in a skirt for a trip to the store.  The Unracer assesses their environment and fits their bike riding into daily life with minimal effort or hassle.  The only edict passed down to the Unracer is that carbon fiber is not worth the price, hassle, and worry!

Using the book as his soapbox, Petersen declares that we should enjoy riding, that we should not be so concerned about emulating the latest pro peloton fads, that we should stop and smell the roses once in a while.  In that sense, this is a radically different book than many (but not all) cycling books.  You certainly enjoy the 8 parts and bite-sized 89 chapters, and if you are like me, you’ll finish with many dog eared pages to come back to at a later time.  Just Ride is available from the Rivendell website HERE.

The Man Who Cycled the World – Mark Beaumont

From a month long tour on the Great Divide Route to a nearly 7 month journey around the world, the allure a book which captures the story of an epic adventure is hard to resist. The interesting part of this story however is that the 18,297 miles that Mark Beaumont rode through 20 countries was not simply an extended sightseeing tour – but an attempt at the Guinness World Record for fastest circumnavigation of the world by bicycle. In doing so, Beaumont also raised nearly $20,000 for a variety of charities, the reason which he embarked on the adventure in the first place. I won’t feel guilty for acknowledging that he in fact did smash the previous world record, ending in 194 days and 17 hours. This fact is alluded to on the back cover – and was recently bested by Mike Hall with an unfathomable time of 91 days 18 hours.

Starting and ending his story on in Paris, this book is a very simple day-in/day-out description of life on the road. Aches and pains, mileage goals and a limited description of the countryside dominate the narrative – which can at times both make the story a tough slog, and an enjoyable summer time “read in bits and pieces” book. Beaumont himself realizes this, and clearly states that his mission was to break the record, not to soak in the sights. When he does get around to elaborating more on the people and cultures that he passes through it becomes fascinating, his struggle to get through Pakistan safely, and the vast swings in cultures he experiences in India are especially interesting. As an American I was slightly disappointed that his ride through the States was not described in great detail, save for one interesting day and night in Louisiana that I’ll let you read for yourself.

If anyone does read this I would be interested to hear what you think of Mark Beaumont as a person – I have my opinions after this read, but am curious if others share my views about this endurance adventurer.

Honorable Mentions: “It’s All About the Bike” by Robert Penn, and “Bicycle Diaries” by David Byrne.

I wrote about Robert Penns around the world journey to build the perfect bike earlier this year, and you can read my thoughts here.  It is an enjoyable concept to mull around in your head, especially in a post ride haze – what components and characteristics would your dream bike have?  There are some great stories to tell in this book, and some interesting history lessons – but the short coming is that it is HIS dream bike… not yours.  Maybe you don’t care about the latest Campagnolo gruppo.  Maybe you are jealous.  It is an interesting read nonetheless.

I read “Bicycle Diaries” while in a David Byrne haze after having seen him perform at the Telluride Bluegrass Festival in 2009.  The book is an interesting manifesto about the man (who lives car-free in NYC) and his observations from the saddle in many places around the world.  A great storyteller, I felt transported to France, Istanbul, Buenos Aires and Manila and got a taste for the rich culture (both bike culture and general society). In the book Byrne certainly seems to advocate for the greater use of the bicycle as a means to better see and experience life as we pass through it and as it passes by us.

An Evening Fake’mute

If you grew up near large bodies of water, either fresh or salt, you know of their restorative smell.  It isn’t foul or unpleasant, it just brings back memories of good times.  Salt water has a salty smell punctuated with notes of seaweed and barnacles drying on rocks; while fresh water has a smell of very slowly decaying leaves and organic matter (their tannins technically), slightly musty but clean.

These smells set the tone for my evening fake’mute last night.  After finishing off the workday at home thanks to a stop at the tailor prepping a suit for my wedding, I decided to head out at 5 and ride the MVT and Custis Trails until I had to turn around for dinner.  Riding along the MVT at this time of day was really enjoyable. And the slight breeze brought that fresh water smell along with it.

Rowers, Washington Monument, Refreshing Potomac Smell

Shortly after this photo was taken I hit one of the thousands of bumps on the trail, and the lid to my Acorn bag flipped open for a split second.  This was all the time needed though, my old and already dying iPhone made the leap for freedom at 17 mph.  This isn’t the first time the old fella tried this trick.  Once he wanted to take in a show at the Kennedy Center, but a cyclist trailing behind me found him struggling to make his way out of the bike lane and returned it later that day.  Unfortunately, I think this time he didn’t make it out as well.

All Cracked Up

The National Park Service was at Roosevelt Island handing out bells and bike maps. I stopped to assess the phone damage, but didn’t take any bells or brochures.

NPS Outreach Campaign

I did snap a photo of the “On Your Left” Mascot.  Apparently a “jackass” is the most appropriate spokes-animal.

"I'm about to shoal you"

The riders on the Custis at this time of day were a mixed-bag – some hardcore roadie/commuters, some out for an evening ride, everyone generally getting along. Most people even obeyed the bike/ped cross signals.

Go!

I think I need to inspect the front half of my drivetrain.  There is a mystery noise that I cannot figure out, though I tried very hard on this ride.  It seems like the chain is slightly rubbing something.  Maybe a bent chainring? Bottom bracket bearings going out?  The sound gets slightly louder when I really crank on the pedals.

Eventually the angle of the sun signaled time to go home and make dinner.  I rode home past the Jefferson Memorial,through the SW waterfront (To catch the Titanic Memorial) and around the Navy Yard, taking in some more “water smells”, though I must admit that Yards Park has some pretty foul smells as well.

Jefferson Memorial

Although I cut the ride short, I did manage to sneak in 21 miles – and my reward was a cold beer and a hamburger on our new grill.

Yes!

Looking forward to planning the next fake’mute.

Update: I am not the proud owner of an iPhone 4S with a gigantic OtterBox Defender case.  Hopefully that will prevent future bike/phone incidents.