On Riding Uphill Both Ways

You know the story?  The one your parents or grandparents tell about how they got to school when they were young?  How they had to walk to school.  Barefoot.  In the snow.  Uphill.  Both ways.  That's certainly one shared in my family for at least a generation.  Well, that's how I felt last week on my rides both to and from work. 

 

Typically my ride to the office is fairly easy.  Yes, there are a few hills - the steepest one being right outside our front door - but none are particularly challenging.  The first hill is the only one I even bother changing gears for.  But for some reason, my rides to work last week were painful.  The first day I blamed it on my new workout routine.  I've been going to a class at my gym on Monday's and Wednesday's that has been great but has left me very, very sore.  I figured all the extra quad and hamstring work was leaving me weak for my ride.  The ride home was even worse.  I thought there was something seriously wrong with me.  But, maybe I was just out of practice.  I figured it'd get better on the second day.   Well, it didn't. 

 

After this second journey I decided that something had to give.  It must be a bike maintenance issue.  If anything, my gym classes should be making me stronger rather than weaker, right?  So, when I arrived home from work feeling defeated by the ridiculously low gears I had to employ, I brought my bike straight into the apartment rather than to it's usual home in the bike room.  I checked the breaks first.  They seemed fine.  Then I checked the chain.  I didn't think it would be the issue and - in fact - it wasn't.  And then I checked the most obvious thing, the first thing I should have checked, the thing I should have checked anyway... My tires.  And sure enough, that was the cause of my pain.  They weren't just low.  They were flat.  My tires take about 100psi.  They were each at about 20psi.  NOT GOOD.  About five minutes and a minimum amount of effort later, my bike was good-as-new.  And when I rode Blue Beauty today, it was a whole different experience.  The ride in was easy as it used to be and the ride home didn't feel like a punishment.

 

And so I'm left remembering that being lazy in the short term (not checking ones tires regularly) can often lead to more work in the long run.  I'm also reminded of my father, who has been on my mind a lot lately anyway.  Every single time we left our home on family trips for the six hour adventure to Northern New York state, he would check the tires and wash the windows.  It didn't matter if it was 95 and humid or five below and snowing, he was out there checking the tire pressure on our trusty Saab 900.  It always seemed like a waste of time to me but now I know it quite possibly prevented a lot of potential trouble in the long run.  And what's great is that I'm now engaged to a man who feels the exact same way about tire maintenance (and even bought me a pressure gauge this summer).  I guess I'm lucky that the men in my life take such care of my car tires.  They provide a good example of how I should treat the tires on my other mode of transportation.

On An Addendum

My previous blog post was on accessories.  But I failed to mention one new addition to my favorite accessories.  When my left hand is resting on my left handlebar, there now sits a new point of light.  My honey would refer to it as a commonplace, expensive piece of dirt.  I would prefer to call it the shiniest most beautiful thing I've ever seen.  Specifically, it is an ideal-cut, Tiffany-set diamond engagement ring given to me by my honey from my home city of NYC.  I was actually really nervous the first day I biked with it on.  It's slightly big for me and in the cooler weather it can spin a bit on my finger.  I was also worried - irrationally so - that somehow the diamond would leap from the seemingly gravity-defying four prong setting and I'd find myself biking along with a shiny platinum band complete with four lonely spikes.  But, so far, so good.

While most days involve a wedding conversation with my now-fiance, my mother, his parents, friends or coworkers, my bike now provides another welcome benefit... When I'm on my bike, I don't have to talk or think about wedding plans.  I get to be the same me from 5 weeks ago who just rides her bike to work free of the entanglements of downtown DC traffic.  So thank you, Blue Beauty, for providing the refuge I didn't even know I needed!

On Accessoriding

Blue Beauty

I never need much of an excuse to shop.  And while my shopping has decreased - or, more accurately, been directed at one particular event - in the past month, I still value the right accessories for every activity.  And one's commute is no exception (I imagine this is why things like driving shoes exist).  As my faithful readers will remember, my bike-to-work experiment began in the early summer months when long days and warm weather were the norm. Yes, there were rainy days, but that wasn't much cause for alarm or altered dress.  Then, my only real worry was an awesome pannier.  I only had two requirements: 1) It had to be waterproof and 2) it had to look like it belonged to a woman (and yes, a woman, not a 7 year old girl).  Thanks to a friend, I found this fantastic website with lots of great options.  The one I decided on has been perfect (pictured above on Blue Beauty).  As an added (vanity alert!) bonus, I've recieved multiple compliments on it from my fellow bike-commuters.  One guy even asked me for the website where I bought it so he could get it as a birthday gift for his wife while waiting at a very long red light. I also have a rockin' front basket that is perfect for my giant purse or an all-too-"green" trip to the hardware store to pick up our CSA share.

Now it's getting cooler and the days are getting shorter, meaning that the accessories needed for both me and my bike are changing.  With the days getting shorter, I frequently leave the house before it's light and get home again after dark.  I have a small front light, a decent blinky back light, and reflectors for my ankles.  But, I'm still in the market for a few additional lights - one to attach to the back of my helmet and one that provides some visibility off the handlebars so I can actually see where I'm going on those dark Georgetown streets.  I'm open to suggestions.  Anybody?

On...Vacation!

For the past week I've been on vacation.  It was great to get out of the city and away from the normal routine.  This has meant a lot of time at the lake, pool and going for long walks but, sadly, no time on the bike (complicated travel logistics made bringing it along impossible).  I'll be away from DC this week as well, though now for work.  It will be next week until I'm back on my bike like normal.  I've enjoyed the vacation and know the upcoming week of work will be a productive one but I really am looking forward to being back on the bike.  Until next week.

On The Gender Gap

While we may still be experiencing what some have dubbed the "He-session" - named such because (arguably) jobs traditionally held by men have been more drastically effected by the recession - it does not appear that this shift has placed more ladies on the saddles of their bikes each day.  This is something, as I noted in my previous post on the Tour de France, that I notice every day.  On the mornings when I ride my road bike I probably see one woman for every 5 men.  When riding my commuter bike through downtown DC the numbers are even more skewed - maybe 1 in 10.  I've noticed this, been strangely annoyed by it but never really took too much time to wonder why.

Then, a couple of weeks ago a good friend sent me this article talking about the gender gap in commuting by bike.  The article offers two possible arguments for the gap: fear and fashion.  The fear argument boils down to the idea that women are more timid than men and therefore less likely to put themselves in the potentially "dangerous" situation of riding in traffic.  The fashion argument is even more offensive: that because society expects us ladies to wear high heals and fake lashes, cycling to work becomes impractical if we also want to uphold our end of the fashion norms bargain.  That said, despite the protestations of my inner feminist, I can see some truth to both of these arguments.  But the key word there is "some".  It's true that sometimes I'm afraid on my bike.  But, if you're committed to being a smart, aware and proactive rider and limit your scope of fear to what is actually happening (rather than what could happen) things really aren't so bad.  And my guess is that most male riders wouldn't enjoy being hit by an opening car door or swerving vehicle any more than a female rider.  As for the fashion piece, it is a pain in the butt to pack all of my clothes, shoes, accessories, makeup and toiletries each night and go through my morning regimen in a gym locker room rather than my own bathroom.  But, there's a mirror, plug for my blowdryer and decent water pressure at my gym so really, I can't complain too much.  Plus, it really is my choice to wear makeup, jewelry and a different pair of shoes every day of the week.

But the real argument of the article is not fear nor fashion, it's the economy.  Women are more likely to be poor then men, we still earn only $.77 on the dollar and apparently do more housework too.  While this last statistic is not true in my household (you're welcome, honey, for this public shout-out to your awesome vacuuming and cleaning prowess) this is true for many.  My ability to share chores with my partner probably does make it easier for me to commute on my bike but so does the right gear.  Because I have a great pannier (more on that soon), I'm able to pick up our weekly CSA share on my bike (on the weeks when it is my turn to do so).  We also don't have kids so there's no additional concern about getting little ones to and from day care or school.  I will say that despite my general lack of fear on my bike, the one idea that terrifies me is the idea of committing with a kid strapped to the back.  Just last night I had drinks with a friend who brings his daughter to work each day on his bike.  My instant response was "That's so cool!  Doesn't it freak you out?".  I think this is because when it's just me on my bike, if a car door opens in front of me I can swerve without a great deal of concern for my rear wheel or - even worse - bail from my bike.  But, if I have a tiny person riding copilot, those options are not available. 

Regardless of whether you agree with the reasons outlined in the article, the fact remains that I see far few women riders on my daily commute and wish I saw more of them, particularly in a city as bike-friendly as DC.

On Le Tour

While the dark cloud of doping has hung (rightly) over the Tour de France in recent history, the Tour continues to amaze me.  Perhaps I employ a suspension of disbelief, perhaps I'm an optimist, perhaps I don't care about doping, or perhaps - and worst of all - I condone it.  Maybe all the riders dope, maybe none of them do.  Do I wish they didn't?  Of course.  But am I a realist that the technology of performance enhancement will always be ahead of the technology to ferret it out?  Absolutely.  I wish I could take the high road, boycott the tour until it was somehow clear that all athletes were "clean".  Or maybe it would just be better to do as Rick Reilly once wrote (in an article I'd link to here if I could find it on the web) and just allow them all to dope.  But, neither of those scenarios will likely ever happen.  So instead I chose to admire the Tour for what it was intended to be - a heroic feat of athleticism and competition played out over three grueling weeks over some of the toughest terrain around.  The sheer length of the Tour is impressive.  Three weeks!  The Olympics don't even last that long (and Olympic athletes would never dream of competing every day for that period of time!).  The terrain is surreal - including astounding climbs (some of which are so steep they're considered "beyond category") and heart-pounding descents.  The terrain of this year's tour was so dramatic and difficult that some teams and riders claimed Tour organizers had begun to choose the most dangerous route rather than simply a challenging one.  The commercials on Versus seemed to back that up as they promoted Tour coverage by highlighting crashes from previous stages.  And yes, the crashes did draw me in.  They were amazing, dramatic and thrilling.  In one day on the 9th stage we watched as a Tour favorite was sent careening down an embankment, emerging with a broken thighbone.  Two other riders were thrown off the road by a car and into a barbed wire fence, one of whom rode the rest of the stage covered in bloody bandages.  But the drama extended beyond the crashes to a Frenchman who led the tour for 9 days to the cheers of his countrymen and a Yellow Jersey winner that was decided on the final stage in an epic time trial.  It was a tour that started with no clear favorite and finished with three riders - two of whom were brothers - at the top of their game.

And during the tour I couldn't help but channel that energy on my own rides.  I spent many more days then usual doing early rides on Red Rocket (my road bike and Specialized sister of Blue Beauty).  In part this was due to the incredible DC heat, which made riding home uncomfortable at best and dangerous at worst, but in part it was out of some desire to be a part of the Tour in my own small way.  My frequent location for weekday morning rides is Hains Point, a great loop of East Potomac park just slightly under 4mi long.  It's a great place to sneak in a 20mi ride before the start of the work day without annoyances of red lights or dangers of cars and trucks.  It also provides a boost of energy from the fellow riders on the route.  Some are significantly faster than my 20mph speed but I also get to pass a good amount of riders as well.  The other day I even passed a rider with two police escorts.  I still haven't been able to figure out who it was.  Rarely though, do I see another female rider.  And that, dear readers, is your teaser for my next post...

On Bonking

It was on my ride home Monday when I bonked.  I was heading up the last hill in my neighborhood and suddenly it felt like all the energy had been sucked from my body.  My legs were jello, my lungs were on fire.  There was no good reason for this. I had eaten lunch, had water, and it wasn't terribly hot out.  But, for whatever reason, some combination of internal and external factors conspired against me and I BONKED.  So, I cranked my gears all the way down and made it up the hill in what I can only describe as a "trudging" manner (if one could "trudge" on two wheels). 

Bonking is also the best way I can describe what has happened to this blog in the last few weeks.  I bonked.  I could blame a multitude of external factors - massive heat and humidity, work, bike repairs, vacation - but ultimately it was likely some unidentified internal factor that was the true culprit.  I've been enjoying writing these pieces and constantly narrate future posts in my head during my rides but somehow every day when i got home I failed yet again to pick up my computer and write.  But, just like my Tuesday morning ride following Monday's bonk, I've recovered from my blogging bonk.