Saturday, November 27, 2010


i came across these cool posters over at wired magazine online.
the posters are "part of a body of work made for the street protests during the
2009 g20 summit in london, copenhagen during cop15 and bolivia during the people's summit,"

i sure like these two.
if i find a place that sells them then i'll backfill this posting and include the link.

Monday, November 22, 2010

bike flick night: the wolfpack hustle (i)

this is a 30 to 40 mile ride through the streets of la.

the rules: from the east to the beach. 5 person teams with minimum 1 fixed gear per team race any route they choose from tang's donut in silverlake to docweiller beach by lax.
the first complete team to cross the finish line wins

"wolfpack hustle is dedicated to fixed gear, track and road bike culture in los angeles, a city currently dominated by the lowly automobile. no they aren’t olympians or roided-out weekend warrior types… they are simply here to ride stronger, faster and to assert our rights as riders to the gritty streets of la."

here's the video evidence to back it up!!!

enjoy the ride!!

if you just wanna watch then turn the tunes down.

hooked? want more? me too! go here . . . .

Saturday, November 20, 2010


riding a bike
in an unforgiving wind
is so like life

it pushes with fingers
sometimes with hands
that are apparently joined
to a limitless body
that flows
around me
like thin cold water

a rip tide of air
pushes me
and my bike
across the pale-grey
ribbon of tarmac
i call "mine"

of course
like life
it's no more mine
than anyone else's

hanging on an edge of rubber
and wish-driven need
i'm compelled
to lean into it
until it gives
and then just as suddenly
i am compelled
to lean back
so i don't fall over

no sense in sense because it makes no sense
this wind
crushed into life between clouds levelled by temperate zones
and then flowing like silvered magma
across the surface of this world
disregards the forms
of buildings
and of course
a man
on a bicycle
pushing sideways through
it's roaring mouth

the learning of course
is to work with the wind
to chart a different course home


i listen
to the wind's gusts

so like life

Friday, November 12, 2010

letting go

for about a year and a half i've been thinking about a different bike.
strange that isn't it.
the bikes i have - the commuter and the road bike - are both good bikes. they have been well-used and cared for, but there's an itch that i can't scratch. so i've been scouring the net, bookmarking this manufacturer and that manufacturer in the hope that somewhere, i'll see a thumbnail picture and a glowing description that describes the next bike for me.

after much deliberation, soul-searching, head-scratching and several beers over the year and a half, i had settled on buying one of two bikes. the cervelo s1 and the argon 18 krypton.

my first rule of thumb is that bikes - like clothes, furniture, wall-paint and book covers - must look good and both of these do. having become a little more knowledgeable through experience and research i also knew that within my budget i could afford a shimano ultegra drivetrain and peripherals.

not a cyclist? then reading all that stuff likely put you off.
so i'll continue for the benefit of the two of you still reading.

i shop for my bike bits and even whole bikes at wildrock in downtown peterborough. it's an excellent shop with cool, knowledgeable and real people working there, some of whom are chums and even riding friends from africycle in the summer.

so i had more-or-less decided to try and buy one of the two aformentioned bikes through wildrock when an e-mail arrived informing me that my fave bike shop was having a "ridiculous sale" of all 2010 models. i saw two bikes listed that caught my eye and their prices - neither were the two i was looking at and for, but what the heck.
so off i went.
well - there it was.
the glance across the room that sealed my fate.

it wasn't the bike i wanted, dreamed of, saved for.
nope. i recognized it as "the next bike" as soon as i saw it.

i don't try on clothes.
i don't take bikes out for a test spin.
either i know or i don't know that i need to have whatever it is i see because it's right for me.

strange isn't it.

that someone so thoughtful, someone who's always thinking things through......
and then bam!!!
i'm handing over scads of cash and saying "i'll be by to pick it up tomorrow!"
and then leaving, now owning three bikes.

so, long story short - the glacier "team ice" has been sold at wildrock's annual bike sale day.
so i'm a little wistful.
the glacier carried me for five thousand kilometres, eleven hundred of which were around lake ontario.
i have great memories of it, some of which have been shared here, but now i'm moving on.
a new relationship with a different bike.

to this point i've put three hundred and fifty km on it so it still looks and feels like new.
stick around and there'll be more about what my new bike and i achieve.

Thursday, November 4, 2010


perhaps you can help me understand why i have this deep-seated compulsion to own a bike that is the antithesis of the slick machines that take care of my need to move from point a to point b. for reasons i can't articulate, i am drawn to old english bikes like the raleighs with the three-speed sturmey archer and i get the same sort of butterflies-in-the-gut feeling i get when i see a bike that is far beyond my pecuniary abilities to afford and even more importantly - which couldn't possibly be rationalized to
she who provides reason to my life.

maybe that's what makes my heart sing when i watch this very short but oh-so-lovely video on the hero bike.