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Going to Hell Twice Without Leaving the Kitchen – A day in the life of a framebuilder.

Fail Harder

I got up, let the dog out, and jumped into the shower. No sooner had I pulled on my favorite pair of shop pants and an old t shirt, than a voicemail appeared blinking on my telephone. I hadn’t had my coffee, and already I was missing calls. It was Bicycling Magazine. They wanted to ask me a few questions to go along with the photos they took a couple of weeks back. Where is that coffee? Are we really out of sugar?

I returned the call, left a voicemail, and drank some coffee while checking my emails. A customer had a few questions about her bike design which presented some interesting possibilities and a couple of conversations later, we were looking at an intriguing and innovative solution. The computer, which was going to be packed into the backpack to head down to the shop, was now plugged into the wall while I plugged my ideas into BikeCAD Pro to try them out.

This design would be pretty new, so I got on the phone to review some of finer points and a few calls later I found myself talking to Grant Petersen. He asked me a couple of questions to gauge what he was dealing with, and then he asked point blank if I was mostly using carbon (he said “plastic”) forks on my bikes. I said I’ve used them on two bikes. “Well, then you are only going to hell twice.” I hoped he wasn’t the final authority on that, so we moved on to bottom bracket drops for 650B bikes and he offered his brake reach-centric fork designing method.

Back in the kitchen, the dog needed a treat. I administered a frozen treat-stuffed kong, and got back to BikeCAD. Since I was already at the computer, I started digging into some methods of making some of the technical decisions easier on my customers. A little while later, I was neck deep into Basecamp and had enlisted a couple of customers to be guinea pigs.

Uploading pictures of cable routing choices for mixte frames, I got the call I had been waiting for. Bicycling Magazine had questions for Sweetpea. Sweetpea was on her second cup of coffee and was ready for a lively interview. Talking about bikes and why women deserve the best gets me pretty stoked. It gets me thinking about all the really fantastic women who are in line for a Sweetpea, and reminds me just how lucky I am to be doing this.

After the interview I called Michael Sylvester, my bicycle fitting mentor to check in about some of our upcoming Sweetpea fittings. We went over some outstanding decisions and decided to gather some information and meet back for a bike design jam session. Next thing I knew his 4 o’clock appointment was calling. Really? Was it that late? I hadn’t even looked into the lathe purchase I am thinking of making for my new shop, let alone touched metal all day. I spent the next chunk of my afternoon coordinating a shop visit to look at some machinery and getting an education in the benefits of large spindle bore diameters on metal lathes. (To sum it up once and for all, bigger is better.)

By the time Austin came home and the puppy was roused from her slumber beneath the kitchen table, I had packed in a full day and barely left the kitchen. When you come home brushing metal shavings off your sleeves and wiping oil smudges off your forehead, you know that you’ve been making something. On days like this, work is a bit less tangible. Important work? Yes. But it doesn’t quite feel real unless something is getting bent, chopped, brazed or filed. Its days like this where I have to remind myself that if its a small failure not to touch metal, then there are times when you just have to fail harder.

Preview: Two Bite Curry

Preview: Two Bite Curry

Here is a preview of a rig that just came back from paint.  We are calling it Two Bite Curry: the first bite is hot, the second bite sweet.

A Trip to the Welding Store

(Image courtesy of BikePortland.org)

I love welding stores, but they can be a little trippy. There are always products on the shelf from way before I was born (apparently some aspects of melting metal haven’t changed that much) and the inexplicably fashion-forward welding bandanas (da-glo florals and patriotic variations on the theme of eagles). I tend to regard them as places apart from the rest of the world, unburdened by pesky advances in gender equality or merchandising finesse. I usually march in, find my goodies, and leave, no more noticed than the guy in the gorilla costume you didn’t notice because you were busy counting how many times the basketball was passed among the players.

So imagine my surprise, when the welding store clerk engaged me on the topic of bikes. He rides to work when he can, but also drives a truck. He questions whether riding on certain streets is really safe. And few observations of bike/car dialogue later, I felt Portland seeping into the welding store experience.  Then he dropped the bombshell: “I really think that these Bike Boxes are a great thing. It’s good that bikes can pull in front of cars so that they can see you, and how you can’t turn on a red. It’s going to be a lot safer…”

Bike love knows no borders. Not in this town, at least.

Sweetpea Bicycles Hires New Assistant Production Manager

For Immediate Release:

Sweetpea Bicycles announces the addition of a new Assistant (to the) Production Manager.

Puppytown

After a long and in depth search, Sweetpea Bicycles has selected a new Assistant Production Manager - Greta the puppy.  “With weeks of experience in looking adorable and a recent graduate from the Humane Society, Greta the puppy is a welcome addition to Sweetpea Bicycles, LLC.” Natalie Ramsland, Owner.  Greta is being trained by the current Production Manager whose role was recently expanded to lead the sales team.

Out of Office AutoReply:

Thank you for your message.  Austin and Natalie will be out of the shop from the 22nd to the 29th with limited access to phone and email.   We will be in northern Minnesota experiencing heavy snowfall, extreme winds, and an undeterred sense of adventure.  In the event of an emergency, we suggest hot cocoa and warm socks.

Windy!

The Wildwood

The idea was pretty straight forward.  We were going to run from one end to the other.

Shoes sometimes get dirty.

In the years that Natalie and I have been together, we have seen just about every mile marker on the Wildwood Trail except for one: Mile Zero.  And so this weekend we decided to check it out, but we decided to see all the other mile markers first.  So we piled into a cab and trucked the 31 miles out to the end of the trail with the intention of running the whole thing to zero.

We passed a lot of things on the trail.  We jumped over roots and fallen trees.  We ran over bridges.  We interrupted an owl in the middle of lunch.  We enjoyed the quiet togetherness sometimes talking and joking around, sometimes going long stretches without saying anything.  We pointed out banana slugs so that we wouldn’t step on them.  We talked shop and about the Sprockettes.

But as we went on, we started passing a lot of memories we had left by the side of the trail.  We passed by our first long run together where Natalie stoically marched on to the finish.  We passed a killer 18 mile run that we did before the Big Sur Marathon a couple years back.  We passed countless jokes, a couple of fantastic arguments, and we passed by the memory of some great ideas that we accidentally left out on the trail.  We passed by thousands of miles of training in all sorts of weather and by a few dramatic sprained ankles.   We passed by the spot where we got engaged.

The plan was to run from point A to point B.  But every couple of miles the trail would split and we would branch off into memories of our life so far, so together lived.  We finished at Mile Zero as planned, went home, made pizza.

Confessions

Over the last couple of months, a number of cyclists have been stepping up to the mic and admitting to using, thinking about using, standing next to someone who was using, kicking ass while using, drugs.  And now that Le Tour is Le Underway, I have a few things that I need to get out in the open.

Austin and I have long discussed the pharmaceutical spectrum of performance enhancement.  I mean, where are on the line are Flintstone Vitamins and EPO?  Is an oxygen tent used to simulate high altitude training really so different from blood doping if it has a similar effect?  Where does the glory of human potential turn into a miracle of science?

Like everyone else, I too want my star athlete at the top of his game.  Therefore today, in order to shed the burden of guilt, I would like to make the following confession:

For the last three months, I have systematically implemented a regimen to enhance the athletic performance of my star athlete, Austin.  In close coordination with local coffee brewers (see Exhibit A) I have been supplying him with Stumptown Coffee in the morning, a sack lunch, and a snack in order to support his daily bike commute.

Exhibit A

(Exhibit A)

There is no yellow jersey to return.  No other teammates to implicate.  All I can offer as an explanation is that the pressures of Bike to Work Week were just too great to overcome.  We commit ourselves to riding clean from here on out, and hope all our fans can forgive us.

Fight. Evil. Crime.

Lost

Lost

We just moved into a new neighborhood. This means a lot of things: Living in a mountain of boxes, chucking the stuff we don’t need or haven’t seen for years, and taking 20 minutes out of our morning to look for where we packed the soap. But the really big project is finding new running routes.

So last night around 7:00, we took off exploring. We had heard of some trails nearby and wanted to find them. We hit some pretty crazy hills right off the bat as well as some roads where bikes fear to tread. And finally after trucking up this huge hill, we found a small poorly marked trail to our left. Perfect.

An hour or so later, we were completely lost. Let me rephrase that: An hour later, we were completely lost in the woods within the Portland city limits. We finally managed to crawl our way out into a residential area and stopped at a gas station to ask for directions back to town. The attendant said with a heavy British accent “Go that way, down the hill, and if you get to hell you have gone too far.” Maybe a little dramatic, but it was a little misty out and it was getting dark.

So having been out way longer than was on the schedule, in fading light and finally on some city streets, we started heading down the hill back home. . . when we noticed another small poorly marked trail to our left. Time for a little more adventure. We got home after 9:00.

I love the fact that I can get lost in the wilderness in town. Sure, I am not going to run into anything big, but that doesn’t deter from the fact that we are running on an unknown trail only a foot or two wide. Most days I am content running what I know, but I always have to remind myself that the real joy is in getting off the grid and exploring. The difference between being lost and exploring, I think, is knowing what is behind you. That, and possibly the thrill of taking an unexpected left turn.

Can a cupcake be cute and punk at the same time?

Yes it can.