Saturday, June 29, 2019

10,000 strong

I joined 10,000 other crazy people who participated in a ride to highlight the vulnerability of cyclists.  I figure since I've been hit 4 times, with the drivers never having been held accountable, that I have a right to complain.

Today was the World Naked Bike Ride, held in cities all around the world, with the largest iteration in good ole' Portland. There was a full day of festivities culminating in the night ride.

I arrived early and looked for people I might know.


I'm sure that I had to have known some of the folks there, but alas, it was a lot of people to have to sort through.


As time neared for pedals down, a woman rode up on a recumbent trike.  She appeared to be having some issues dismounting.  Thinking she might be mobility challenged, I offered to help. She declined my offer originally, but changed her mind when she was trying to put items in her behind the seat bag while still being seated.  We had some time to chat and I found out that she is a minister in a local church.  She had some concerns about having a photo of her participating getting back to her congregation. That was understandable to me.  After more discussion she said that she was already drawing attention to herself because of her recumbent trike in this sea of traditional bikes.  She said that wearing clothing would draw even more attention. (though in fairness, more that half the riders are probably wearing some clothing.) She removed her top just as the ride started out.  As we made a few blocks progress before reaching a bottle neck, she said she wanted to take off her bottoms too.  She said that we were simply riding around as God made us.  She had more issues trying to get legs over the bike frame and asked for help. She got her pants off with a little help from me sliding them down her legs and getting them threaded past the frame and pedals.  With that bit of business out of the way we rejoined the sea of bikes as we made our way down the streets of Portland.


Very early in the ride she asked me to take a photo of her on her bike.  I thought it was a bit strange for a minister who was concerned about her flock recognizing her, but obliged. She certainly was not shy. I won't post the photo here out of respect for her privacy.

I rode near her for the entire ride, mostly to have company, and to provide some protection given that she was laying practically flat on that trike.

Far from being an outlaw ride, the Portland Police controlled the intersections for us. We'd thank the police for the help as we'd pass them.  The route is not advertised, but when the police started closiing intersections it doesn't take long for the public to figure out where the ride is going to pass.  It was a very pleasant evening and there were a surprising number of people cheering the group on.

We had started near the front of the pack, but she was a bit slower on the little inclines we'd come to. We were eventually very near the lantern rouge position by the time the ride was reaching the end.

As we neared the park where the ride would end, my minister friend said she was going to take an alternate way into the park. Most of us would ride across a short distance of grass and she was going to take a concrete sidewalk.

We were looking for  a Tiki Bar that was going to be the focal point for an after party. As I looked over the crowd beginning to gather I saw (and heard!) a 25 ft blast of flame rise into the air.  I figured I had found the Tiki Bar!


There was a sea of naked bodies dancing to the sounds of electronica blasting from a killer sound system in the Tiki Bar.  The normal tiki torch on the roof would roar to life with a 20-30 ft flame in strategic lulls in the stream of pounding beat. I milled around for 30 minutes on the edge of the dancing masses hoping to reconnect with my new minister friend, but never did. After waiting for a bit I decided that the electronic music wasn't my scene. I mapped out my return to the park where we started from, put my bright lights on, and pedaled back.  As I was making my way back I got a message that the minister stopped for a glass of wine before pedaling back to her home.

It was a fascinating evening.



.......Road Bike........Rollers.......MTB..........Lifecycle......Total

Today ......0.................0.................28.....................0............28

Jan.........0.................. 0..................0.....................0..............0

Feb.........0..................0..................0.....................0...............0

March.......0.................0................0.....................0...............0

April.......0.................0..................0......................0...............0

May.........0..................0................80....................0..............80

June........63..................0................59....................0..............122

YTD..........89...............0................139.....................0.............228

Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Gravel

A meetup group I belong to scheduled a ride for those that wanted to get a taste of the current gravel riding craze. I have a mountain bike that has had very little use, in fact it has had slicks on it since 2009 when I brought it to the Furnace Creek 508 to use on the rough section of Kel-Baker Road. I spent yesterday afternoon swapping the knobby tires for the slicks.

I spent some time washing the bike, cleaning and lubing the chain, and adjusting the brakes. I filled the water bottle and loaded the route on the Garmin. I was ready to go!

Later in the evening I got a message from the group organizer that the ride leader did not want me on his ride.  It seems that a guy that I've never met has some preconceived notions about me.

No worries, I'm an early riser and figured I could go ride the route and be finished before his group started out at 10 AM.  He can tell me I can't be on his ride, but he can't tell me that I can't ride my bike on public roads.

I was on the route by 8:30 AM, plenty of time to finish up before the group would be starting at 10AM,

I pedaled west from Amity and within 2 miles came to an unplanned snafu.  Road crews had the road closed to automobiles as they dug up the asphalt to work on a culvert. I sweet talked the crew to allow me to walk my bike around the work zone.

I continued on the route which had a few gravel segments that were easily negotiated on my mountain bike.  The gravel was smooth enough that I'm sure I could have negotiated it on my rain bike, which has 28 cm tires on it.  In its previous life it came with cyclocross tires which would have been perfect.

I kept moving along, mindful that I wanted to be finished before the meetup group got on the route. I did not want to have the ride leader tattle on me.

I finished the loop and made my way back up toward Amity.  I crossed back over the work zone.  I had made such good time, and the route was short enough, that I really wanted more miles.  I took the loop out by Lehman Farms. Now that I was off the "official" route I took some time to stop and take photos of the Willamette Valley agriculture.  My lady friend has never been to the USA, let alone Oregon, and is fascinated by what is grown here.

Rye grass, grown for lawn seed

Tall Fescue on the left, and filberts (Hazel nuts) on the right.

Hazel nuts (aka Filberts)

Wheat (Trigo for my amiga)

Oats (Avena for my amiga)

Hops! 

I got finished with my bonus miles and high tailed my way back up the course.  I almost made it.
When I was 4 blocks from finishing a line of bike riders was heading my direction.  I lowered the visor of my helmet and looked downward as I passed by.

I didn't get a call from the organizer, so I assume that I didn't get tattled on. ;-)

I loaded up the bike and took a detour across the Wheatland Ferry.




After crossing the Willamette River I continued on into Keizer to visit with some friends there that I hadn't seen in awhile, then made my way back north.

It was a good day




.......Road Bike........Rollers.......MTB..........Lifecycle......Total

Today ......0.................0.................31.....................0............31

Jan.........0.................. 0..................0.....................0..............0

Feb.........0..................0..................0.....................0...............0

March.......0.................0................0.....................0...............0

April.......0.................0..................0......................0...............0

May.........0..................0................80....................0..............80

June........63..................0................31....................0...............94

YTD..........89...............0................111.....................0.............200

Sunday, June 16, 2019

A tale of two rivers (almost)

I helped a friend hang a chandelier, but brought my fixed gear bike along so that I could go for a ride after I finished.  I drove to the Springwater Corridor to start the ride.  Since I do the most I can to minimize risk I started about 20 blocks from the Willamette River, avoiding the on street segment. It was a warm sunny day as I pedaled out eastward into a slight headwind (and slightly uphill).  I got to the Interstate 205 MUP and turned north.  When I got to the city in a city of Maywood Park I stopped at the fountain. I was disappointed to see it out of commission. Luckily I had not relied on this to be a refill location today.


I continued along until I reached the Columbia River. The Columbia River the largest river by volume in North America to drain into the Pacific Ocean.  In the photo I'm looking at Government Island.  2/3rds of the river is on the other side of the island.


There was some haze in the air making Mt Hood a bit difficult for the camera to see.  A real camera would have had filter options that would have helped cut through, but the phone had to make due.


I was also under the approach paths for the Portland Airport, so airplanes were flying low overhead from time to time.


After 30 minutes of enjoying the sun and river activities I hopped back on the fixie and retraced my route.  When I got to Cartlandia I decided that a stop for street tacos was in order.



After finishing my tacos (very good BTW) I continued on toward the Willamette River.
I took the little detours to go to the Johnson Creek overlooks. I read all the information signage, and took this photo ..... just because.


I arrived back at my pickup just as I would normally have to ride on the street.

It was nice to back out on a bike.

.......Road Bike........Rollers.......MTB..........Lifecycle......Total

Today .....26.................0..................0.....................0............26

Jan.........0.................. 0..................0.....................0..............0

Feb.........0..................0..................0.....................0...............0

March.......0.................0................0.....................0...............0

April.......0.................0..................0......................0...............0

May.........0..................0................80....................0..............80

June........63..................0.................0....................0...............63


YTD..........89...............0.................80.....................0.............169

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

A big ride! (for me lately)

I had to go to Cornelius today to pick up a new to me pickup.  I was thinking I would take the bus out there, but decided to take a bike to save the walk to where I could make a bus connection.  The low this morning was a record high of 69 F, so it was quite comfortable as I pedaled out on the fixed gear bike. It was so nice in fact that I rode the entire distance and never did transfer to a bus.  I had a route mapped previously that would get me there with a minimum of travel on real roads..  From Wilsonville to Beaverton was mostly on the Fanno Creek Trail. There were many wild bunnies out enjoying the warm weather today.  They were all back into the shrubbery too quickly for me to get a photo.







From Beaverton onward, I was on residential streets for the vast majority of the route.  I arrived at my destination right on time, unfortunately, I had to wait for 3 hours, and even then, had to schedule a return trip to the dealer to finish up some details that didn't get finished up today.

.......Road Bike........Rollers.......MTB..........Lifecycle......Total

Today .....32.................0..................0.....................0............32

Jan.........0.................. 0..................0.....................0..............0

Feb.........0..................0..................0.....................0...............0

March.......0.................0................0.....................0...............0

April.......0.................0..................0......................0...............0

May.........0..................0................80....................0..............80

June........37..................0.................0....................0...............37


YTD..........37...............0.................80.....................0.............106

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Back in Oregon

I rode a bike today!  I hopped on the fixed gear and went shopping.  My phone was able to make calls, but unable to connect to data.  Verizon did not want to stand behind the SIM card that they sold me, so I pedaled back home.


.......Road Bike........Rollers.......MTB..........Lifecycle......Total

Today ......5.................0..................0.....................0.............5

Jan.........0.................. 0..................0.....................0..............0

Feb.........0..................0..................0.....................0...............0

March.......0.................0................0.....................0...............0

April.......0.................0..................0......................0...............0

May.........0..................0................80....................0..............80

June........5..................0.................0....................0...............5


YTD..........5...............0.................80.....................0..............85