Hana Highway

Not too long ago I went to my very first bachelor party. While there, and after hearing I was planning a trip to Hawaii, I was immediately told “you must ride the Hana Highway“.

If you are too lazy to click the link you might be asking yourself, what is the Hana Highway? It’s basically an extremely scenic highway that runs along the north/northeast of Maui, leading to the town of, you guessed it, Hana. So we flew to Maui with just our backpacks, rented some nice road bikes, and rode the 50-or-so miles to Hana. Although we had an excellent time hanging in Hana after our arrival, me sitting on the beach drinking rum makes for an even worse video than the ride there and back. So without further stalling, here is the Road to Hana.

 

It’s snowing

Sometimes in winter it snows. So in these times, I find it best to do as Ben Franklin famously said and, ” get out there and shred it brah!”

Now we all know Ben Franklin didn’t say that (it was Aaron Burr moments before his duel with Alexander Hamilton). However I have tried my absolute best to get out there and enjoy the winter weather. Ski trips, winter rides, you name it (but mainly those two things).

On the eve of what many say will be a solid snow situation (S3 extreme as Jefferson used to say), I would like to share some snow related activities completed over the past few months. With any luck, I will be taking part in these recreational actives soon.

Into the woods

The woods are where all the good stuff happens. Outdoor activities, action sports, and of course bachelor parties. Although I normally go to West Virginia for the downtown atmosphere, this time was exclusively for barricading in a cabin and having a bachelor party.

Although my first bachelor party, I’ve seen all the movies, so I totally know what to expect. At a young age I saw the American cinema classic Very Bad Things, and came to the party ready for anything. This included bone saws, hydrofluoric acid, plastic bins, and of course a couple reliable hangover cures.

However the night and subsequent days ended up being rather tame, and consisted of your average run of the mill binge drinking. I also got in a super ride with my wartime consigliere, El Generalisimo. Take a look.

Tiny femurs, bummer

Whenever you do something a lot, you generally want to do it better and better. And by better and better, I mean you want it to stop hurting when you do it. No I’m not talking about a more efficient back hand for the S&M club, I’m talking about bike fit.

"same rules as a mechanical bull"

“same rules as a mechanical bull”

Finding the right position on a bike can open up a whole new world of insecurities, because it makes you dwell on all the things you thought were correct but now  know are wrong (kinda made me think of creationists who read a book for the first time). Knowing all the false knowledge you shlept around for all these years, just think about what else is wrong? I like to think I took it in strides. Things I learned:

  1. My femurs are off the charts! like in a bad way though, they are super tiny.
  2. My feet are big, and my shoes are likely too small. And seeing as how they already look like boats, this does not bode well for an already over-taxed shoe rack.
  3. I fit in-between two different bike sizes. So neither will be amazing, both will be solid.
  4. When an onlooker asks if you’re a professional because you “look serious”, say yes; don’t say “no I only do this for fun”. Because the follow up of a confused yet insulting stare isn’t worth it.

In all, my bike fit was an enjoyable and professional experience that I can honestly say was totally worth it. You leave more comfortable, and depending on how you handle criticism, better off for it.

A special thanks to the good folks at Bike Doctor Waldorf!

Bike race here and a bike race there…

…everywhere a bike race.

It’s been an eventful season of bike racing out there in the DC metro area. With a mere half-dozen races in the tank from last year, my racing empire of 2013 is mostly built on a foundation of hopes and dreams. And as Jimmy Hendrix says, castles built of sand wash away eventually.

That quote is not totally applicable, however I really wanted to work it in there.

Regardless, this year racing with the good folks at Team Bike Doctor has been a blast. A great group of people, and I have enjoyed trying my best to help the team win as much as possible. With a majority of the season still in front of us, let us reflect on some of the excellent moments I have had. (photo credit to velogirl22)

Go west young man

As Horace Greeley said in reference to America’s expansion westward during the ever popular manifest destiny fad, “go west young man”.

In my case, I just headed over to West Virginia, which relatively speaking, is of course westerly. The reason was for some fun at the Raw Talent Ranch, and 3 days of riding with the good folks at Team Bike Doctor. The weekend was difficult, with over 14 hours of riding, and easily more than 17,000 feet of climbing for the weekend.

In the midst of an unfortunate climbing situation.

In the midst of an unfortunate climbing situation.

In all the weekend was a fantastic opportunity to ride with the the fantastic folks at Team Bike Doctor, as well as enjoy some freezing temperatures on the bicycle. And while I dont necessarily excel at climbing up mountains, it certainly is a whole bunch of fun.

Or at least that is what I tell myself while climbing in order to avoid the overwhelming urge to launch myself off the side of a mountain.

More Bikes!

Well, you guessed it folks, it’s something about bikes. I’ll save a long description because I feel like no matter how much I say the pictures are really a more interesting means of sharing the experience anyway. The location was the Sarapaqui River valley; it was hot, it rained, it was humid and it was hard. Enjoy!

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And there’s a movie too!