Don’t Let Anything Come Between You and Your Bike Shorts

When I started riding before the Turn of the Century (that sounds neater than “in the 90s”), I wore a pair of cut-off army surplus fatigue pants. I wore them until my wife pointed out that they had become so threadbare that my privates were about to become publics.

About that same time, I was in Dallas on business and rented a bike from Richardson Bike Mart, one of the biggest bike shops I’ve ever been in and where Lance Armstrong worked as a kid. While tooling around White Rock Lake, I was passed by a guy who had a caboose at least twice the size of mine. I thought, “If he ain’t ashamed to stuff a sausage in that sack, then I won’t be either.”2008 Performance Elite Bib Short

Shorts aren’t cheap

When I got back home, I bought my first pair of Pearl Izumi bike shorts, paying almost three times what my last suit cost before I got married. I can safely say that I got more value out of the shorts than I did the suit.

After my shape became more aerodynamic (think keg, not six-pack), I transitioned to bib shorts and have found them much more comfortable. My first pair was the Performance Elite Bib Short. The editors at Bicycling Magazine gave them a 2008 Editor’s Choice rating.

For some reason, I decided to switch to the Performance Ultra Bib Short and I passed my Elites on to my son, Matt. He called last night to say that his shorts were finally approaching the private / public stage after several years of hard riding.

Facing a full moon

Matt’s first pair of bike shorts clearly demonstrated the difference between good shorts and cheap shorts. My brother Mark, his buddy Wally, Matt and I took off to Illinois for what turned out to be a century ride.Mary & Wally\'s first century

We were cranking along when I turned to the other guys and asked, “Do Matt’s shorts have some kind of weird shine on them or are we looking at what appears to be a full moon?”

That question was answered when a pickup truck passed us with the woman driver holding her hand over a small child’s eyes. Yep, you truly do get what you pay for. We increased our pace to keep Matt and his cheap shorts BEHIND us for the rest of the ride. Continue reading “Don’t Let Anything Come Between You and Your Bike Shorts”

Bumper Stickers and Road Rage

Dip A Hippie bumper sticker may signal aggressive driverYou can tell it’s springtime back home in MO. The Speak Out column (a repository of ramblings for people who can’t be bothered to write a letter to the editor) in The Cape Girardeau Southeast Missourian contained one of the annual rants: “I AM frustrated by bicyclists who use the middle of a road lane. It blocks traffic. Do us a favor. At least ride closer to the edge or bike somewhere else.”

When I sat down for my coffee and cereal, my eye was drawn to a Washington Post story picked up by The Palm Beach Post. Follow the link to see the whole story. It’s worth reading. I’ll steal key parts of it below to place the Speak Out comment in a kind of perspective.

The gist of it was that “drivers of cars with bumper stickers, window decals, personalized license plates and other “territorial markers” not only get mad when someone cuts in their lane or is slow to respond to a changed traffic light, but they are far more likely than those who do not personalize their cars to use their vehicles to express rage — by honking, tailgating and other aggressive behavior.”

More Markers, More Aggression

“The more markers a car has, the more aggressively the person tends to drive when provoked,” Szlemko said. “Just the presence of territory markers predicts the tendency to be an aggressive driver.”

The key to the phenomenon apparently lies in the idea of territoriality. Drivers with road rage tend to think of public streets and highways as “my street” and “my lane” — in other words, they think they “own the road.”

Why would bumper stickers predict which people are likely to view public roadways as private property?

Social scientists such as Szlemko say that people carry around three kinds of territorial spaces in their heads. One is personal territory — like a home, or a bedroom. The second kind involves space that is temporarily yours — an office cubicle or a gym locker. The third kind is public territory: park benches, walking trails — and roads.

Drivers are in public AND private territory

Unlike any environment our evolutionary ancestors might have confronted, driving a car simultaneously places people in both private territory — their cars — and public territory — the road. Drivers who personalize their cars with bumper stickers and other markers of private territory, the researchers argue, forget when they are on the road that they are in public territory because the immediate cues surrounding them tell them that they are in a deeply private space.

“If you are in a vehicle that you identify as a primary territory, you would defend that against other people whom you perceive as being disrespectful of your space,” Bell added. “What you ignore is that you are on a public roadway — you lose sight of the fact you are in a public area and you don’t own the road.”

It doesn’t matter what the sign says

Oh, and, by the way, it doesn’t matter whether the bumper sticker is a warm and fuzzy “Have a Nice Day” or in-your-face like the one above I shot in the 70s in central Florida. They both feed your sense of territory.

Hmm, now that I think of it, I have a Florida Share the Road license tag on my car.

Garmin Nuvi 760 GPS

Garmin Nuvi 760 GPS - Front ViewOK, I guess I have to acknowledge that it’s not a bike computer. It’s a little on the big side and it’s not water resistant. On the other hand, I would never have bought the Garmin nĂ¼vi 760 if I hadn’t been exposed to GPS technology through cycling.

I got a Garmin Legend shortly after my kid bought one for cycling and auto use. Since he’s a ham radio operator, he hooked it to send position reports using APRS . His mother was a bit freaked out when she got nearly live reports about how fast he was driving. And then, when it was linked to a satellite photo, she couldn’t figure out why she couldn’t see his car…. She understands the technology now.

Anyway, the Legend opened up a whole new world. Now I was able to plot my rides in advance and not have to worry about paper maps and cue sheets. If I was confused and missed a turn, the GPS would help me find the best way to rejoin the route without backtracking. Best of all, I was now able to record exactly what I did on the ride: here’s where I stopped to rest, here’s where I helped a turtle cross the road (hey, I’m so slow that helping turtles is a form of professional courtesy)… Continue reading “Garmin Nuvi 760 GPS”

He’s Not Biking, But He’s Using a BOB Trailer

The weather was perfect in South Florida back in March of 2005, so I headed out for the Lake Okeechobee Scenic Trail (LOST). (Temps were 63 to 74, but the weatherman lied about 5 mph winds, decreasing to calm. They were really 5 to 7, increasing to 7 to 10, by my wind gauge.)
Steve Fugate repacks his modified BOB trailer
About eight miles into my ride, I saw something breaking the horizon. I figured it was another biker or hiker, but we didn't seem to be closing as quickly as I would have thought.

When I got closer, I didn't see a bike, but there was some kind of contraption on the ground and colorful stuff scattered all over the trail. Looked kind of like a rag bag had vomited its contents. The guy was busy stuffing the bits and pieces into waterproof bags.

Turns out I'd run into Steve Fugate from Vero Beach, who was on the last legs of his marathon hike around the country. Continue reading “He’s Not Biking, But He’s Using a BOB Trailer”

OK, I feel insignificant

I posted earlier about the East to West Coast (of FL) ride my kid and I did at the end of 2007. The total distance was about 180 miles over three days. (OK, we cheated a bit, too. When we got to the urban riding portion of the trip, we bailed. After all, cars and congestion are the same on either coast.)

Then I read Alan Snel’s account of riding from the East Coast to the West Coast, 170 miles, in ONE day.

A tip of my magic foam hat to him and his support crew.

He elected to ride SR 60 across the state. It’s been about 20 years since I went across that way, so I’m assuming that the road is a lot better than it used to be.

In the old days, you could always count on hitting rain just about the time you were getting to phosphate country and the roads would have deep depressions where the heavy truck traffic had washboarded it. Those ruts would fill up with water and make it hydroplane city. If you got there just as the rain was starting, you’d find the phosphate dust would turn the road into a skating rink. The road spray would coat your windshield with a white film that you couldn’t wash off with windshield washers.

Whew! Brings back a lot of bad memories.

Read more about Alan’s The Ocean2Gulf Bill Fox Memorial Bicycle Ride.