Pedal powered machine contest from Specialized
by Dave R. on Sep 25, 2007 at 8:50 PM
Tinkerers, start your tinkering! The Innovate or Die – You and up to 4 friends make a machine that “transforms pedaling energy into a new and useful purpose”, then post a 2 minute video on Youtube. Judges from Specialized, Google, and Goodby, Silverstein and Partners (CA based ad agency) will pick a winner based on creativity, design, and environmental impact. Top prize is a cool $5k, plus a bike from Specialized’s new ‘Globe’ line of bikes. You’ve got until December 15th, now go!
Specialized’s new bikes look nice – clean single speed aesthetic, suspension-free frames, disc brakes all around and internally geared hubs on the higher end bikes.
I couldn’t find much mention of what’s to become of your new machine, other than a brief mention that you have to keep it in running condition for a year. The sponsors will, however, be hanging on to the media you submit pretty tightly. Prepare to be remixed if you win.
I’d like to see the them take the next step here – if a winning pedal powered machine really does have some design, environmental and creative chutzpah maybe they could pony up some engineering know-how to do a limited production run?
Tour of Lake Mead
by andrew_f_martin on Sep 25, 2007 at 8:37 PM
The Tour of Lake Mead was this morning. Formerly called the “hangover ride”, it’s a fully police supported 24mi “down and back” to the visitors center or some place in the park down the hill. I wouldn’t really know - I didn’t have time to look. The “tour” started fast from the gun. I talked to a couple familiar faces who all said to “stay at the front” because there were plenty of bozo’s nursing hangovers and late nights. One guy also offered up $100 cash to the “winner”, but it sounded more joking than legit.
The first 2+ mi was all downhill into a headwind. A number of guys including Leonard Zinn were giving it some gas down the hill. When we flattened out, we didn’t really slow down. People rolled through as most guys at the front appeared to be racers of one flavor or another (or smell in one guy’s case). We were apparently going north of 27mph for most of the effort. After a couple risers, the group was thinning out as the downhill guys were spent. Once we hit the first noticeable climb I found myself drifting back a little, so I punched it to get back to the front just to be safe. 15 seconds later this guy in a AMD/Discovery kit starts telling us to “organize and pull through”. I was sort of surprised because it was all pretty casual until then, so I pulled through, looked back and…poof…we were gone. All of a sudden the massive 200+ people that started was now just about 15 of us driving the front.
Some people cut the turnaround, and our group got a little bigger on the tailwind run back, but as we approached the climb to the start it thinned out again. I rode my own pace up the hill and apparently finished “8th” nursing a rear flat. I didn’t know who the AMD/Discovery guy was until I ran into him at the Shimano Booth. Turns out it was Wayne Stetina - multiple time US National champ, Pan-Am Gold Medalist, yada yada yada. 50+ and still tearing it up.
I’ll post pics if I find any. We had a number of guys shooting us on various points so I imagine the Hugger-Green will show prominently.
Cleatless cycling shoes
by Dave R. on Sep 25, 2007 at 2:40 PM
I don’t wear cycling shoes when I commute – carrying a 2nd pair of shoes just to ride my bike seems a bit silly. I’m also just vein enough to really despise running shoes. Unfortunately for me, weak arches demand strong support and ever since they started jacking up the sensitivity on the magnetometers at the airport it’s very hard to find a pair of shoes with a steel shank.
Enter the Patagonia Huckleberry – shoes with a steel shank. Not only that: they’ve done some toe-box magic to make it roomy without being boulbous (fits in toe-clips!); there’s a teeny tiny bit of eco-goodness in the shoe construction (30% recycled rubber, etc), and they come in bike hugger approved green.
I wouldn’t mind riding cleated shoes, if I could find something I could reasonably wear through the day and that didn’t look like I’d left the rest of my superhero outfit at home. What are y’all wearing on your rides?
Interbike Group Photo Pool
by Byron on Sep 25, 2007 at 9:58 AM
We’ve started a public Flickr group for Interbike photos, like this one of Kona’s Ute loaded up with PBR.
Our Interbike coverage started yesterday with Andrew’s reports from the Dirt Demo. Today, he just finished the Tour of Lake Mead, which turned into the Race of Lake Mead with 28 mph pacelines …
PBP - my best excuse ever
by Andy Tetmeyer on Sep 25, 2007 at 7:32 AM
Leaving Brest the weather was great. Bright sunshine, about 70 degrees, a little tailwind. Although the first stretch out of Brest is uphill, back over Roc Trezevel, I was feeling a lot better about riding back to Paris than I had been the day before. Aside from the weather, there were plenty of fellow riders on the road, a big change from the night before. It seemed like my luck had changed, and I even started wondering if I should stop and get some sunscreen. Unfortunately, the weather only held for few hours.
I got back to Carhaix, feeling good, and on schedule, and was eating lunch at the control there. I looked out the window and it was raining. CRAP! I jumped up and ran out to cover my saddle. In spite of all the rain I had managed to keep the Brooks dry thus far. The rain was over by the time I was done eating, but there were spotty showers all the rest of the day. After the steady rain of the day before, spotty showers were not a real burden. Stopping to pull my rain jacket on and off was a small price for the relatively dry stretches.
I was still feeling fairly good, all things considered. My speed was dipping just under 15mph average but I knew I would make it. I got to the next checkpoint, Loudeac, ate and left about 7pm. I planned on sleeping at one of the checkpoints that night, but had not decided which one - I would just play it by ear and stop when I got really tired.
On I plowed. The wind started to pick up a little, a headwind/crosswind which slowed my down. There were not as many people on the road now, and I was getting picked off by little groups. It was a little demoralizing but I was well into the homeward stretch now so I wasn’t worried.
I haven’t mentioned enough that the French truly take an interest in this (and I assume other) rides. There were still people on sidewalks and in driveways shouting “Bon Courage!”, and lots of little ad hoc rest stops. A family would set up a table with drinks, cookies, fruit and sandwiches, and just give them away. At dusk I stopped at a little table run by 4 girls, about 12 years old. I had cookies and STRONG coffee, which were very welcome. I also noticed that they had a little bar set up at the end of the table. No beer or wine, just three bottles of spirits. I still have no idea how you can have a stiff drink and set off into the sunset after 490 miles without getting even sleepier.
The wind was picking up a little more and I was slowing down even more, when a 34 year old Belgian named Christophe rode up and asked if I wanted to work with him. Does the Pope wear a funny hat?? Of course I would work with him. He was quite obviously stronger than I was, but he told me that he only wanted someone who could pull a little bit to give him short breaks. With Cristophe doing about 75% of the work, we took off into the evening.
Of course it started to rain, and hard. We were getting pelted, but I stuck with Christophe. True to his word, he pulled me a majority of the time, only taking short breaks. We were only going 16 or 17 but it felt like we were flying. We were picking off little groups steadily, and sometimes a rider or two would try to get on with us, but our blazing speed apparently didn’t allow it. Both of us would have welcomed more horsepower for our little break, but Christophe didn’t want to slow down, and I didn’t want to lose my ticket back to Paris.
There is a control at Tinteniac, we ate and struck out for Fougeres. It was raining hard still, and pitch black. Even with the terrible weather I didn’t feel too bad. We were making great time, but the pace was starting to take its toll. When we got to the outskirts of Fougere I told Christophe to go ahead, as I was planning on sleeping, but he slowed down and stuck with me.
At Fougeres I ate and showered then went to the Dormir to get some sleep. The spaces were all occupied, so I had to wait a few minutes for someone to vacate a spot. When one opened up, I told the volunteers that I wanted to get up at 6AM. They marked the time on a post-it, stuck it to my assigned spot on the grid, then I took off my shoes and tip-toed to a gym mat in a classroom.
When I woke up I felt pretty good, until I saw the clock on the classroom wall. 11:00!!!! WTF!
The volunteers had not woken me up! I was alone in the room. I got it together, packed up and started riding. But after a few K I turned around. According to my control booklet I only had til 1pm to ride the next 80k. There was no way I could make that and I knew it, but I planned on finishing the ride, even if I was outside the time limit. If I went fast I might be able to finish at about 4 am.
I got a little ways out of town and thought “this is nuts. I’m on vacation. I have to catch a train at 7 tomorrow morning”. I turned around and went back to town.
Eventually I found a travel agency, and got a train ticket back to Paris. I still had to ride 78k to get to Laval, where I could catch a train.
It took til 10 to get back to Paris, but at least I had time to clean up, break down my bike, and sleep. Though I could have ridden all the way, I doubt I would have made the 7am train, I probably would have still smelled, and it would have been pretty awful for my wife to travel the next few days with me while I caught up on sleep.
That is my best race excuse ever. It wasn’t the rain, or the flat tire, and I wasn’t too drunk to sprint. I slept through PBP. I may be back in four years.
Living room bicycle jousting
by Dave R. on Sep 24, 2007 at 10:28 PM
From Boingboing: the IT Crowd season 2 clips featuring living room bicycle jousting. Happens all the time at my place, but my kid can’t hold the camera steady enough for a good video.
Starcrossed—surprisingly fantastic weather predictably great races
by Dave R. on Sep 24, 2007 at 8:22 PM
I got the family ready early Saturday morning for Starcrossed. My 5 year old picked out a boiled wool coat, winter mittens, and pink cowboy boots (nee shitkickers). The incredibly good weather was not just surprising, but left me flat out broke for the mud-faced splatterfest I’d promised.
Regardless, we all had a great time watching the races. The crowd was very friendly, and I managed to get in a few photos (bikehugger photostream!) during the races. Great teamwork by some of leaders in the Mens 3/4 35+ category, with a team from Boston taking the early lead.
Industry Buzz is “City Bikes”
by Jason Swihart on Sep 24, 2007 at 5:31 PM
While Andrew is writing his posts about the Interbike Dirt Demo, check the photos he just uploaded …
from the Bike Hugger Photostream.
Folding bikes and Football
by Byron on Sep 24, 2007 at 7:30 AM
Pam and I rode the folding bikes to the Seahawks game on Sunday. First to the Water Taxi, across Elliott Bay, and unto Qwest field. The Seahawks don’t offer bike parking, besides racks, so we decided to fold the bikes and walk right into the stadium with them – we had comped tickets at the club level.
For the most part, everyone was nice about the bikes, curious, and thought they were cool. Security didn’t know what to do with them and just let us pass through. If we attended games on a regular basis, we’d just rack them to not attract so much attention.
Of note, the Flyby continues to attract people with lots of questions.
Bike Polo in Seattle, and the Times
by Dave R. on Sep 23, 2007 at 8:51 PM
Looks like Bike Polo’s hitting the mainstream in little old Seattle, heralded by article in the Seattle Times. But it’s not just here; it’s been in the Times (in New York) earlier this year.
Bike polo’s fascinating in it’s diversity. Ranging from the very formal and internationalized version played in the US and farther a field to urban park polo played in major cities all over the US. Here’s a mallet-cam view of a game in NYC.
My favorite are the mini bike events – like the Bruised By Bike event detailed on Alex Wetmore’s blog earlier this year. These folks are totally nuts in the best possible way. I hope I get a chance to attend next year’s bike rollo.
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