There’s an interesting article in the Grey Lady today about some bicycle culture popping up in NYC all the way from South America. Guyanese and Trinidadian youth are loading down their rides with batteries and speakers – 5,000 watts worth of loud! – and cruising the neighborhood.
It’s great to see this taking off in the youth as an organic outgrowth of their culture, I don’t think it’ll be long before we see this around a bit more broadly. I always enjoy a ride with tunes, and wearing ear-buds is a bit too dangerous and anti-social (especially as I’m ringing my bell before I pass you on the left, eh?). I’ve been hauling around the big-a** boombox on my xtracycle for a while now, but it doesn’t have quite the oomph I’m looking for. I’m still considering some ‘motorcycle speakers’ and a small battery for the next RideCivil event. But these kids have clearly got it wired. As does D.J. Fossil Fool.
So Huggers – what do you do for sound? Would you ever install speakers on your bike? Enough that you’d need training wheels like the dudes in NYC?
I purchased a Bike Hugger jersey for my husband and he used it at his last cyclocross race… thank you for making such a great product - it’s been through mud, blood, and mountains, and it’s in PERFECT shape. Mike, my husband, loves his bikes and loves this jersey as it epitomizes who he is: a true bike hugger.
Her husband Mike had this to say
… this is the best quality material: it’s durable, great for hot and cold weather, and love the full-length, high-quality zipper with the plastic border on the inside really keeps the jersey in place. Â After many falls, this jersey is TOUGH! and the only thing to stick to it is me! neither mud nor blood will, though. Finally, I love the logo, and if they could, all my bikes could attest to that.”
Mike is wearing the jersey in every race and it’s his unofficial team jersey; he’s his own team. Hincapie Sportswear makes those jerseys for Bike Hugger and that’s a testament to their work.
Right on Mike, but you’re not on your own. We consider you part of Team Bike Hugger.
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Issaquah cut the ribbon today on a new pedestrian and cycle trail, connecting the dots between several existing trails and some central locations. Kent Peterson’s (from the Bicycle Alliance of Washington) been working on this for a long time and has these notes and a few photos from his talk at the ribbon cutting. As Getting Around Issaquah notes, the new trail is really focused on transportation rather that recreation. It should be a great resource for the 425 crowd for beating the I-405.
I haven’t reached anyone at UPS HQ to comment, but do have it confirmed that in Seattle they are going to deliver packages during the Holiday rush with cargo bikes. The brown trucks will deliver to various stations, where the cargo bikes will load up and deliver in certain neighborhoods. We’re on the watch and will blog it as soon as we see them. If you see the presumed brown bikes, please comment here or contact us.
p>Bikes make frequent appearances on the Sartorialist, and this, to me, is the epitome of urban cycling: riding to work comfortably in business attire with briefcase and umbrella slung nonchalantly over the handlebars.
Scary for me to think, but this story is probably from ~12 years ago. I worked as shop hand at a bike shop in Redmond, WA. In the shop, we had an ace mechanic named Val - this guy could fix anything. His handlebar mustache made him somehow seem even wiser. Val continues to dazzle folks with his wrenching skills - and he shares his experiences here from time to time with his comments.
Anyway, the store assistant manager was a bit of a blow-hard, and had a serious case of short-man’s disease. He was headed out on a biking vacation with his old riding buddies in California. He was talking a big game about how he’d upgraded to Cat3 and he was going to be making his buddies suffer with his new-found fitness. Of course, being the manager he used his position and had Val pack the bike for him.
Well, Val had proven time and again that he is, if nothing else, a clever man. Val dutifully packed the bike in the shop-owned bike box, but put special attention to packing the wheels. He unscrewed the air chamber of the shop Silca floor pump, and filled it…with water. He then carefully pumped the tubes full with the H20. The best part - Val didn’t tell a sole until the Manager had left town.
A week later, the manager gets back from his trip and told us of his little get-away. He said built up his bike, pumped up his tires to 100psi, and was ready to show his friends his new skills. Not so much. He said he was killing himself just to keep up with the group on the flats. When the road went up, he was really getting killed. As I remember him tell it - he didn’t figure out the gag until a couple hours into the first ride. Thanks for the laugh Val - that was impressive. Couldn’t have happened to a more deserving guy.