Birthdays do weird things to me sometimes.  What my 37th is doing to me today is to compel me to write up an obnoxiously unfocused list of things, most bike-related but possibly some not, that I’m thinking about.

What it’s doing to you today is to make you read them—at least the first few, at which point you can of course choose to go back to Old Guy or Austin on 2 Wheels or the Noob or Mellow Velo or RKP or The Café or wherever you normally go.

So, we’re off.

>>I don’t want to drink beer with Lance Armstrong.  Not even one Michelob Ultra.  Read the rest of this entry »

Here in Austin, the temperature is supposed to plummet tomorrow into regions unseen for many months.  High of only 93, they say.  Cyclists are freaked out, trashing their bike-clothes drawers to find arm warmers and Smart Wool accessories.

It’s time for cyclocross, perhaps the most spectator- and handheld camera-friendly of all types of bike racing.  Here’s something to whet the appetite while you go fix some hot chocolate and prop your feet up to the fire.

2009 Chicago Cyclocross Cup from Heather Jurewicz on Vimeo.

Hup, hup!

BlackChopper

It’s just flat amazing how, for some people, riding a bike will change things.  Even rather big things.  Life-things.

For a little while now, and let’s just take me for example, the old daily existence has been a bit of a chore.  There are a lot of new developments to which I need to adapt.  Fresh priorities, not all of which are of my own choosing, but all of which are admittedly smart.  Temporary but taxing disruptions of what has been a deeply happy home life for several years.  Some unwelcome developments at work.  The sad realization that I don’t do well on two wheels amid heat, in addition to cold (which I learned this past winter).  A beloved family pet who’s on what appears to be a sad, slow downward slide.  Or it could end up not being slow at all.  Bills.  Money.  Always money.

All of which are as mundane as they are universal.  And added together, all tough to manage.  Old patterns creep in when you’re not looking.  Read the rest of this entry »

Hot out of the inbox, some news about Austin’s very best chance go to ride around on dirt and grass like a 12 year old.

Greetings Everyone!
We’re two weeks away from the start of the Dirt Derby. We’re starting on September 7th and running until December 14th, with two seven week series’ splitting it up.
An important change this year is that we’re changing the starting orders and times of our categories. We will now start the Beginner, Womens Only and Kids races at 6.30, with the Intermediate and Open races following.
Times for 2010:
5:45 Registration Opens
6:30 Beginner Race
7:20 Intermediate Race
8:00 Open Race
If you have any questions or comments please check out our website at www.dirtderby.com or send us an email.
We will have exciting news regarding sponsorship and other details out shortly, so follow us on Facebook or Twitter for the latest updates.
We’re excited for what we’ve got in store for the Derby in 2010, and we hope to see you all out there starting September 7th.
Dirt Derby

Hup, hup!

BlackChop

In the Fall of, oh, call it 2006, I was a very new cyclist.  I’d just signed up for what might have been the first charity ride of my life.  An early-thirties-something, I was in a new relationship, which would grow into what is currently my new marriage.  So I was excited on a lot of levels about the ride up North of town, possibly my very first of any semi-respectable distance.  The ride was called the Outlaw 100, though of course I did one of the much shorter route options.

Now, the girl who is now my wife is never one to let pass an opportunity to maximize bang-for-buck.  Accordingly, we found ourselves eating the promised free spaghetti dinner the night before the ride.  (This became my first chance to appreciate all the volunteers who make these charity rides happen; by appearances, many of these fine people have very little idea what makes the charity riders want to tick over the cogs for hours on end, which makes me doubly appreciative that they so happily hand out bananas and useful liquids and homemade cookies to stinky Lycra-clad people they don’t know.)

So after picking up our ride packets, we shuffled down the dinner line and gratefully accepted the spaghetti dinner and fixins and grabbed some seats on the picnic benches in the auditorium next to a guy a few years older than me and his wife, with a young child or two.

Shortly after my now-wife and I tucked into our dinner, the guy apparently wanted to Talk Some Bikes.  While I can’t recall exactly how the conversation started, it turned quickly to his asking me, “So, what do you ride?” Read the rest of this entry »

Recently I posted a tease for something I’ll be creating over the coming weeks and months for you: a one-stop-shopping resource for the cyclist who just got in a wreck with a car.  It’s also for the cyclist who will, some unlucky day, get in a wreck with a car.  Or for someone riding with someone who gets in a wreck with a car.  For spouses of cyclist victims, family members, trusted friends.  Anyone who has influence on the decisions the victim will be making very soon to set things right. The goal is to provide every little bit of information you’ll need to deal with the wreck, the bills, the paperwork—even, perhaps, the physical and psychological trauma.

I should say, right up front, that the most useful bits you’ll find here soon are designed to help you out with the inglorious parts of the situation: the bills, paperwork, legalities.  In other words, the money.  (The Interweb has inundated us with general resources on accident statistics, safety tips, and legal advice such as “bikes have as much right to the road as cars.”  I’ll reference some of those resources on occasion, but you’re all grownups and can find those easily if you need them.)

This is not to say that the money is the only “inglorious” step in the process, of course.  Bleeding on the asphalt and rocking back and forth in pain amid gawking drivers is not glorious.  Should the EMTs cut your bib shorts and jersey off to look for concealed wounds, you’ll not look glorious.  The stunned driver who just plowed you because the sun was in her eyes is not having a glorious day.  Having to actually think fairly hard before answering first responders’ questions (What day is today?  How many fingers am I holding up?  Who is the President?) is not indicative of a glorious intellectual state. Read the rest of this entry »

Starting over…

19 Jun
2010

So yeah, a quick refresh of the site has turned into learning a new system.

Bear with us for a little while.  We’ll be back soon.

BlackChopper

The site’s going to be a bit multiple-personality-disorder this weekend, gang. Bear with me. I’ve got a lot on the Team Chupa plate for you, but some things have gone all weird on me recently and it’s time to retool a thing or two.

Be smart out there and have a great weekend on the road or trail.

Safety and speed,

BlackChop

A shattered carbon bicycle held together by its chain and cables.

This photo is less than 24 hours old. It's one result of an experienced rider crossing paths with a driver who, for whatever reason, didn't see the cyclist.

Forgive our absence of late.  Lots of things have been happening, really big life events, that have taken our time and resources.

A large portion—a really alarmingly hefty portion—of those things has to do with cars and bikes and flesh and asphalt.  Then come the sirens.  Lab coats, x-rays, expensive medical equipment.  Then the bills, the paperwork, the Press-1-If-You-Are-A-Physician, Press-2-If-You-Are-A Patient.

At some point in the process, also comes the sad realization that you love riding your bike less than you did before the incident.  Possibly you won’t want to ride at all any more.  And you dearly hope that feeling will pass in time.

So consider this short post a sort of placeholder.  Team Chupa is compiling a great deal of information and experience about how to get past a vehicular accident, on the sad day it happens to you.  There are things you can do to make an awful experience less awful, if you keep your wits and do the smart thing.

So check back for more.  We’ll pony up every bit of helpful information we’ve learned in the past couple of months.  It’s our intention to make this site the very best resource for the facts, tips, specifics, and practical knowledge you’ll need when some unwary, aggressive, or clueless motorist ruins your day, your bike, and your body.

If someone needs the forthcoming information and doesn’t find it helpful, we’ve failed.  It’s too important to screw that up.

Until then, a well-worn piece of advice that’s worth repeating a thousand times: Wear your f*cking helmet.

If you don’t, you’ll pay for it in many ways.

BlackChop

Vows

6 Apr
2010

I am marrying the most wonderful young woman on Friday.  These are my promises to her—the ones I couldn’t really fit neatly into the ceremony without a lot of unnecessary negotiation.

I will love you, honor you, and do everything I can to keep you happy.  I make this commitment because you’re, quite simply, the best thing ever to happen to me.

I will break my back for our kids, should we be lucky enough to have them.

I will continue to drop bad habits, which is a trend you fostered in me.  If there is a line to be drawn somewhere, it likely will be this side of sleeping late every chance I get.  And maybe fried chicken.

I will never stop asking you to go for a ride, even if it seems the answer is so often, “No thanks.”  I treasure that riding with you years ago is why I ride today, and I’m better for it.  I won’t let that go by the wayside.

I will be forever in charge of keeping all our family’s bikes in working order, with the exception of the Schwinn out in the shed, which I believe to be not worth the effort.

I will take you, someday, to Belgium.  We will watch bike races in the rain, and happily eat our pommes frites not with mayonnaise, but with ketchup like God intended.

I will remember to pack the ketchup myself, because I suspect it’s not available in Belgium.

I will look forward, every July, to watching approximately 100 recorded-daily hours of le Tour with you in glorious high definition.

I will always, always break up a tough headwind for you.  It’s what a good teammate does.

I love you, baby.  Let’s get married.

Blackchopper

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